Authors Notes: So this is chapter 3 :D I own only the characters of Morgan, Hannah, Michael and Julie. Please review, I really want to know what you think, even if it's negative. Thanks :D
Chapter 3
I was ushered into the living room. Sitting on the sofa was Jack and Ianto. I refused to make eye contact with either of them. I made my way to the chair furthest away from all of them, and sat my guitar down, gently, beside me. I stared at the floor. My heart was pounding, my mind was racing. What was going to happen? What would I tell my friends? Did my actual parents want me back? Why did they put me up for adoption? So many questions, and I didn't have the answer to any of them, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to them, any of them. It was awkward, so very awkward.
"So, Morgan, how long have you been playing guitar?" Jack asked.
"Since I was three." I replied, still not looking up.
"She also sings." Michael added.
It was true, I loved singing and playing my guitar, I did it every day whenever I could.
"Hey, I'm not the only one." Jack said.
I smiled a little. My phone went off. Taking my phone out of my jean pocket, I saw that I had a text. The text was from my friend Hannah, it said:
u coming into town with us 2day?
See, I knew they would make plans. I wished I could have gone with them, but there was no way in hell I was getting out of there. So I replied:
sorry cant. i'll explain y at whe next.
I locked my phone and put it down. Then I groaned.
"What's wrong?" Julie asked.
"I have to tell my friends." I groaned.
"You don't have to." Jack replied.
"Oh I so do! Friends always tell each other the important things, and this is one of things I have to tell them. They've known me for years. I have to tell them." I told them. "Not that they're going to believe me. They're going to ask for proof, which I don't have."
"What kind of proof would you need?" Ianto asked.
I thought for a moment. I lifted my head up to look at all of them.
"Birth certificate and records showing that I was adopted." I replied.
Julie and Michael exchanged looks; I knew they were hiding something.
"What aren't you telling me?" I asked, plainly.
No one answered.
"Oh, for God's sake, just tell me." I said.
Michael sighed.
"We...didn't actually adopt you." he told me. "We fostered you."
I looked at them, no expression on my face.
"So first I get told I was adopted; now I'm being told that I was fostered. Which one is it?" I asked.
"We fostered you. We couldn't adopt you at the time, we just couldn't. We didn't know if anyone would come back for you." Julie replied.
I took a deep breath, calming myself before I spoke.
"Ok, so I was fostered, there should still be records showing that. If I could have copies of my birth certificate and the records, I would be very grateful." I said, as calmly as I could.
They nodded. Having the copies to prove to my friends that I was telling the truth was only one of the reasons I wanted them, to be honest I guess I wanted them to see if it was actually true.
We talked for a while. Well, when I say talked, I mean I got asked questions and I answered them. The four of them thought it would be a good idea if I spent some time at the Torchwood base – which I found out was called the hub, Jack and Ianto thought it was a good idea especially, considering I would get used to it and they were probably thinking it would be a good way to get to know me and for me to know them. I agreed, mainly because, well, I don't know why. I guess I was curious, who wouldn't be. Jack and Ianto left at a while, after I promised them that I wouldn't leave again. I took my stuff back upstairs and stayed there. I went on my laptop and started writing my stories. I liked writing stories, it was fun...you could put yourself in them if you wanted to, and you could do anything in them. Later that day, Julie called me down saying I had a letter. Once I got it, I took it upstairs. My birth certificate was inside. That was...fast. After I recovered from surprise, I fished out something else that was in there. A note. It read:
We both hope this helps. We know that it's difficult dealing with all of this, but you're handling it better than most. We hope you can forgive us.
Jack and Ianto (your dad and Tad)
I grinned a little. If I ever got used to the fact that I had been fostered, and I started got used to Jack and Ianto being my parents, then I knew that I would be calling dad and Tad.
My life was messed up, in so many ways. But it was all to be over soon. All I had to do was tell my friends and get everything sorted, then, maybe just maybe, my life could go back to making some type of sense.