Flashback
I had opened the door to the house by locating the key that was hidden under the old tortoise figure on the side of the path.
"How did you.." Taylor starts.
"I don't know if you had worked out by now Taylor" I put the key in the lock and turn, it doesn't open straight away.
It is still stiff.
I give it a jimmy.
"I use to live here" It opens.
"Ah-ha" Y/N 1 Door -0
"This was your home?" she asks in wonder.
"Yep" I open the door for her, and allow her to walk in first.
"But why don't you live here anymore?" she asks softly.
"Uh uh all questions at the end" I re-affirm.
I take her around the entire house and upstairs and show her my old room, which is just an empty shell now.
Just decorated with old grey walls.
We make our way out of my bedroom and she walks ahead of me down the hall.
"So what is in here" she asks her hand already on the doorknob.
"Wait don't" I start but it's too late the door is open and she's already walking in.
I follow after her, she's stood in the centre of the room just looking around.
The blue elephant wall paper still on the walls, the big wooden letters still hang above a sheet covered cot.
"You have a brother?" she asks gently. I watch her eyebrows furrow.
It was clear this was the room of a baby boy.
I look down, wondering how the hell I was going to explain this.
"No" I say simply.
She looks at me her eyes full of confusion, the words on the wall catch her eye.
"Whose Stephen?" she asks.
"Me" I answer softly with a shrug.
I watch her stop in her place.
"What?" she speaks and crosses her arms.
I know she wants an explanation.
Best just give her one.
"My name, it was suppose to be Stephen, my mom and dad thought they were expecting a boy" I cleared my throat.
I decided I would bend the truth slightly.
"The doctors got it wrong" I smirk sadly.
"well obviously" she smiles and gestures towards me and my chest.
Oh if you only knew Taylor.
"Anyway, ugh, my mom, she, she died in childbirth, well giving birth to me" I walk over to the sheet in the corner, I know it is covering an old rocking chair that I know my mom painted herself, Jackson had told me that she had been so excited for my arrival.
I never got to be rocked in it though.
My dad refused to sit in it.
"Y/N, I'm.." Taylor starts.
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