A/N: Yeah so I understand if you want to kill me. It's been way to long but I had just totally lost the spark that I had when I first started writing. However, my brother persuaded me to finish the story and I ended up typing this out on my iPod at 3 in the morning. It's not as long as the other chapters, but its the last one, so I hope you all like how this turned out!

"Julie Orton, what a women."

Mickie repeated the words that had left Randy's lips as she walked away from her old house.

Julie.

The name that she had learned to hate over the last few weeks. The women that had destroyed her family. Her happy family. The woman that had done such a small thing, that ended up with the only person who she loved, and cared about the most being hurt. Her mum. Her poor, innocent mum who had done nothing but good when she was alive. The women who Mickie loathed. Julie.

Mickie crossed the road, and in a matter of minutes she was unlocking her front door and stepping inside. She shrugged off her jacket, and tossed her keys on to the little table that stood against the wall. Mickie closed her eyes and ran a hand over her face.

She was tired. Tired of being caught up in the past.

But however much information Mickie found out, there still seemed to be a piece of the puzzle missing. Like something still wasn't right.

This house- my mum left it for me.

Mickie frowned. So many thoughts started processing in her mind. Quickly turning, Mickie shot up the stairs and bundled in to her room. She kneeled down by her bed and looked under, hands stretched out, patting about on the carpet. Her eyes caught sight of the pink folder that had been pushed right to the back, out of sight. Mickie grabbed it and pulled it out.

Opening it up, she emptied the letters out on to the floor until they were scattered all around her. Taking a death breath, Mickie grabbed one at random and tore it open.

Her eyes skimmed the page but found nothing other than her father telling her how he was and that he hoped she was well. The next few were all the same, nothing that gave her any information on this Julie lady, her mothers death or even her old house.

Until she picked one letter. That gave her the explanation she had been looking for.

The first part of the letter was the same as the rest. She didn't bother reading it properly because she didn't want to know how he was. She didn't want to know that he still thinks of her, and that he hopes she's safe. Mickie didn't care. As far as she was concerned, he lost the right of being her father the day he killed her mother.

Mickie did however stop and read the letter when the name Julie popped up. She pulled the paper closer to her face, as if it being nearer to her would give her more answers.

Mickie, I am once again so sorry. I think to myself sometimes that if I didn't have that affair with Julie, me and your mother would still be happily married. We might of even had another kid. You could of had a baby brother, or sister. But I ruined all that. I will let you know, that as soon as I found out that your mother knew I had the affair, I left the house to Julie. I guess it was a moment of madness. Anyway, I will once again, say my goodbyes.

I love you, Mickie. For ever and always.

Dad x

P.s. Incase you ever want to meet your half brother, you should probably look up his mum as it will be easier to find him. Julie Orton.

Julie Orton.

Julie Orton.

Mickie froze. All of a sudden, it was a like a hundred light bulbs went of in her head. It had felt like she had found the final piece of the puzzle. Mickie ran a hand through her hair. How had she missed it? All the signs that were right in front of her and she had been completely blind throughout all if it.

Suddenly, Mickie stood, still clutching the letter in her hand. She raced down the stairs, grabbing her keys and bolted out the door and began to run. Run to her old house.

In record time, Mickie was sprinting up the pathway and banging on the door. She was out of breath, and her head was spinning. She felt sick and was dehydrated.

The front door quickly opened and Mickie pushed herself in side before Randy could even get a word out.

Mickie doubled over, trying to catch her breath.

"Mickie, what's the matter?" Randy asked, his voice full of concern for the brunette.

"I..you..we.."

"Hey, take it easy come on, come and sit down."

Randy placed a hand on the small of her back and led her inside the living room. Mickie took a seat and put her head in her hands.

"Now, you want to try and tell me whats going on?" Randy questioned, taking a seat next to her.

"You'll never believe me." Mickie said.

"Try me."

Mickie let out a long, shaky breath.

"Well, you see.. I er, you.." Mickie shut her eyes and mentally scolded herself. "I found.. You, erm.. I.."

"Mickie.."

"No. I.. my.. Oh god.." Mickie slapped her forehead.

"Mickie, just spi-"

"Your my half brother!"

After a silence that seemed to go on for years, Randy finally spoke up.

"I know."

-fin-

Yeah, I thought I'd finish the story on a cliff hanger. Leave you guessing about how he knew..

Anyway, everyone who has reviewed has been my inspiration to write this story. Without your positive feedback, I wouldn't even have got this far with this story. So thank you!

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