A/N: Okay, this is the second time writing this chapter. I had originally wrote about 3,000 words, and as I go to save it, my laptop decided to go all spazy on me and just freeze. I nearly cried. So now I feel like I have basically lost the will to write this chapter and I know it's not as good as it could be, so for that I am really sorry.

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Hope you like how this turned out..

The sound of her ring tone woke Mickie just after ten. It was coming from downstairs in the living room. She moved quickly but missed the call. The name Kelly was on the screen. Moments later the beep of a message came. Hey hope your okay, nothing has really changed here. Give me a call when you can xo

Last Saturday, Kelly had gone to Manchester after getting a call from her mum saying that her dad had a heart attack and was currently in hospital. It had taken her five minutes to pack a bag, say a quick goodbye and get out the door and make her way to see her family. Mickie hadn't even had the chance to ask Kelly if she wanted her to go with her.

Mickie went into the kitchen and got a large glass of water. She drank it down and then went back up to her room. She had not been able to stop thinking about the letter from her father and what it said.

So somewhere out there, I have a son, and you have a half brother.

Those words sent chills down her spine. Questions had ran non stop through her mind. What does he look like? Where does he live? Does he look like me?

She sat down on her bed and pulled the hair-band out of her hair, letting her long brown curls cascade down her back. She ran her hands through her hair, and gently massaged her scalp with her fingers. Sighing, she laid down on her bed, and pulled the covers up as if she was a child protecting themselves from the monsters under the bed or in the wardrobe. She closed her eyes, and let the thoughts leave her head one by one.

"I miss you mum."

Mickie found herself walking down the familiar round once again. She needed to see the house. She needed to see her mum and dads room.

She stopped outside the house and took a long look at it. Randy had kept it clean since the first time she had seen it. He had mowed the lawn and made sure there was no rubbish left on the grass. It looked like a proper family house. It looked like the house she once lived in when she was a child.

She walked up the pathway and gave the door three loud knocks. She started biting her thumbnail as she waited for Randy to open the door.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Randy stood there with smile on his face.

"Hi," Mickie said.

"Just couldn't keep away then," Randy joked.

"I was just wondering if I could take you up on your offer of taking a look round the house?"

Randy studied her for a couple of seconds, then gave a small smile.

"Of course you can."

He moved over and held the door open for her to walk in. Once inside, Mickie took a look up and down the hallway as if she was trying to see if it had changed since the last time that she had been there. Nothing had changed. There was no resemblance to how she remembered seeing it everyday when she was a child.

"How are you?" Randy asked.

"Im okay. Kelly is up in Manchester at the moment, so I'm by myself."

"Your on your own? Are you alright?"

"Im fine, I kind of like the peace and quite. It gives me time to think." Mickie smiled.

Randy nodded and crossed his muscular arms over his chest.

"So, you can take a look round if you want?"

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Im sure, Mickie." Randy stepped forward and placed his hand on the top of her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll be in the kitchen. Give me a shout if you need me."

Randy moved round and walked in to the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. Mickie turned round and came to the foot of the stairs.

It was only a room.

It was not a place to fear. It was a place fore her to reclaim.

Her mouth was as dry as dust as she took a deep breath and put her foot on the stairs.

She stood at the door nervously. When she had lived there, long maroon velvet curtains had hung down each side of the window. In the bay there had been an old fashioned wooden chest on which sat a big mirror and all her mother's make-up and perfumes. The curtains could only be partially drawn because the mirror was in the way. It meant that at night, the streetlight shone in and the early mornings natural light seeped in to the room.

Unlike the rest of the house it hadn't changed. The room was empty apart from a few boxes that was stacked on top of one another in one of the corners. The light green wallpaper was still on the four walls and the dark wooden floorboards were still there collecting dust.

She walked across and looked out the window. The street was completely empty. In the distance she could hear the faint sound of traffic. In London it was always there, sometimes nearby, sometimes far away. In Cornwall, she could always hear the sea. Some times the waves were close and loud, crashing against the sea wall. At other times, when the tide was out, the sound was distant and soft.

Turning around, she looked at where the bed used to be. When she'd lived in the house her mother's bed had always been neatly made up. Her quilt had been silky and there had been small fancy cushions that had to be taken off the bed before they went to sleep. They're just for show, her mum had said. She walked over to the opposite wall and slid down it until she hit the floor. She closed her eyes. She felt light-headed from being in the room.

It has always been a treat to sleep in her mum's bed. When she was ill or needed cheering up, the big bed was a refuge. Waking up in the middle of the night with a hot sore throat or tummy ache she would call out for her mum or dad and one of them would come padding along the hallway and scoop her up and take her into the bed between them. It was times like that were she loved her family.

But when her dad started spending less and less time at home she began sleeping in her mum's bed every night. Just the two of us. It will be cosy, her mum had said. And yet Mickie never even wondered where her dad was.

"Mickie, Mickie, wake up."

A hand was shoving at her shoulder.

She woke up, her head twisting from side to side. Mickie looked around. She was still on the floor. Randy was squatting down beside her.

She let out a gasping sob. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her heart pounding.

"What's wrong? Did you remember something?" Randy asked, his grey eyes soft with concern.

"I had to," she said, her eyes brimming with water, her nose running.

"I don't get it."

"I had to see if I remembered anything new. I must have fallen asleep. I don't know, I need to get out of here Randy, I need to get out of this room." She said, as she started getting up of the floor.

"Okay, okay. Come downstairs."

He led her out of the room. She let him take her hand as if she was a small child. As the door closed behind her she remembered her mother slumped against the wall. Blood coming from the middle of her chest.

Randy pulled a seat out for her, as he went to the sink to get her a glass of water. He placed the glass in front of her, and took the seat next to her and waited for her to speak.

"He cheated on her." Mickie said as she stared at the glass on the table.

"Who?"

"My dad. He had an affair before I was born. He got the lady pregnant."

"So you have a half brother or sister?"

"Half brother. The lady who he had the affair with, Julie, visited him when he was in prison and told him."

"How do you know this?"

"Letters. He sent letters telling me."

"I'm sorry, Mickie."

"No, Randy, It's not your fault. Im sorry. Are you okay?"

"It's fine. But i've been better. Its my mum's birthday today."

"This might be a weird question but, do you have a photo of your mum?"

"Yeah, hold on a minute." Randy got up and left the kitchen, a couple of seconds later he came back in holding a photo.

Mickie looked at the photo. She had the same eyes as Randy. She was beautiful.

"She was beautiful, Randy." Mickie smiled.

"Yeah, she sure was," Randy chuckled, "Julie Orton, what a woman."

Well?

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