The Long Lost Daughter (Bandit Way fan-fiction)

Chapter 2: I Am What?

 "So, we're here alone," I said. 

 "Yep." 

 "Can I ask you something?" I said. 

 "Yeah." Brady said now looking at me.

 "I need you to be honest with me." I said. I went to my phone and put up a picture of Lindsey Way. "Do I look like her?"

 Brady looked at the picture then at me. He was silent for a moment. 

 "Yeah. A lot actually. You look like you can be her daughter." Brady said. 

 "Oh my God," I said. 

 "What?"

 "Okay, tell me if I look a little bit like him," I said pulling a picture out of Gerard Way. 

 Brady took a long moment before responding. 

 "Yeah. He looks like he can be your dad," he said. 

 "Oh fuck!" I said getting up. 

 "What's wrong," Brady asked. 

 "Don't tell mom or dad anything you're about to hear. As the matter in fact, don't tell them we even talk about this or anything a couple of minutes ago." I said. "Promise me."

 "Promise. Cross my heart!" Brady said. 

 "Okay. Here it goes. I think I might be the long lost daughter of Gerard and Lindsey Way." I said. 

 "As in the picture of that man and woman can be your actual parents?" Brady said surprised.

 "You mean biological?" 

 "Yeah." 

 "Yes," I said. 

 "Wait, how did they loose you?" Brady asked.

 "I said they could be. But I have to find out without my parents knowing." I said. 

 "Okay, but how did they loose Bandit?" Brady asked.

 "Some chick kidnapped Bandit." I said.

 "That's awful," Brady said. 

 "It is. What am I going to do if I am the long lost daughter?" I asked. 

 "Call the cops," Brady said. 

 "You're crazy," I said. 

 Brady just shrugged. "Just, look up your shit when mom and dad are asleep."

 "Okay." 

 I heard a knock on the door as I was doing the dishes.

 "I'll get it," Brady called.

 "Hello," I heard a low voice say. 

 "H-hello," Brady stuttered. 

 "May I speak to your mom and dad?" The voice asked. 

 "Mom, Dad. There's a man at the door waiting for you." Brady yelled. 

 I heard mom and dad walk up to the door. 

 "Good evening sir and madam." The voice said again.

 "Good evening sir," my parents said.

 "I'm officer Rickey. I'm here to ask you a couple of questions." He said. 

 "Sure, come in and sit," dad stuttered. 

 "Do you have a daughter?" Rickey asked. 

 "Yeah, want me to call her here," mom asked.

 "Yes." 

 "Bailey!" Mom yelled. 

 I take a deep breath and walk to the living room. A bald man with black glasses sat on the couch while my parents sat on the other one. 

 "Officer Rickey wants to speak to you," dad eyed me. 

 "Hi Bailey, please sit down." Officer Rickey said, patting to a spot next to him. 

 I did what I was told. I don't know why but I feel really scare right now. 

 "Tell me, Bailey, how old are you?" Asked Officer Rickey.

 "Sixteen," I reply. 

 "Sixteen eh? When did you turn sixteen?"

 "Today," I reply. 

 "Ah. Well then. Very good. You may go back to what ever you were doing." Officer Rickey said. 

 "Bailey, go to your bedroom. Tell the same thing to Brady," mom said. 

 I did what I was told. I couldn't hear anything downstairs. 

 Who am I? Am I Bailey Leela Wayland or am I Bandit Lee Way?