Chapter Eight... Our Brother
Christina's POV
I had let Brea drive for a while, because I was too much of an emtional mess to. Every now and then I'd just randomly burst into tears. Brea rolled her eyes a couple of times, but I know that if she had've been pregnant and not me, she'd be bawling her eyes out.
We had no idea where to go, but we knew that our father had once lived in Seattle. If he still lived there, we would find him.
Hopefully.
But still, there was a major possibility that we would never find him. I mean, the man never exactly told us where he lived, after all. We never asked, either, but he should have told us. The reality was he didn't care about us.
So why did we want to find him?
"Do you ever think that it's possible that this trip is a waste of our time?" I asked, disrupting the silence. The sun was rising in the distance; we'd been driving all night.
"Yes," Brea replied after a minute. "But you... you seem so certain you want to meet him again, so..."
"I do," I said firmly. "But I also want him to want to know us. I mean, he's never bothered to make any contact before, so why are we going to Seattle with the vain hope that our biological father is still living there?"
"Because," Brea gritted her teeth. "I think it's time that daddy not-so dearest got to know the daughters he quite happily abandoned."
"It seems odd that he has three sons, and no other daughters but us," I frowned. "Do you think he rejected us because we were girls?"
"Christie, dad didn't know we were girls until we were born," Brea rolled her eyes. "Mom told me once that she never found out the sex of us until we were born."
"And she's still got the cesearean scar," I remembered faintly. "Oh, God. This is all the stuff I have to look forward to, isn't it?"
"Just because mom had twins and a C-section doesn't mean that you will, Christie," Brea sighed. "I know you're scared shitless, but this is happening."
"I don't know how I'm supposed to feel," I admitted.
"You don't? If mom goes through my room, we're screwed."
"Why? What's in your room?"
"It's where I hid the tests. I was gonna throw them out, but I stashed them quick in case she saw them. But they're under my desk..."
"Oh, if she finds them you're screwed, not me!"
"You think I'll admit they're mine?"
"You have the boyfriend! She knows that you've had sex! I'm single. And pregnant. Oh, she's gonna hate me!"
"Calm down, would you?" Brea looked angry.
"Put yourself in my situation," I said with a frown. "What would you have done if those tests you took the other day were positive?"
"I would have told mom."
"No you wouldn't have."
"Christie, you're running away from it all. You know she'll find out. You know she's gonna be disappointed. Why do you think she'll hate you? And honestly, you should just rip the band aid off. No matter what, she'll be there for you, Christina. She was a pregnant teen herself."
"And she always warned us against sex."
"If you had've gone to the doctors like I said after you slept with Cody, you might not be pregnant, you know."
"I went," I admitted.
"Huh?" she frowned.
"I went to go on the pill, but never got the prescription. I was... it was two weeks ago, and I didn't end up going to the pharmacy. But I was already pregnant. If I had've taken the pill then, I would have killed the baby, and that scares me more than being pregnant."
"Wow..."
"What?"
We came into a small town just outside of Seattle. Brea pulled the car up, and then she just sat there. I didn't understand...
"What?" I repeated.
"You actually want the baby," she smiled weakly.
"Huh?" I was confused.
"You were worried that you might've already been pregnant, so you were waiting until you knew for sure that you weren't before you took the pill," she rambled. "BUT you never got the proof that you weren't, because even though you got your period you were still worried, because a part of you knew but didn't want to admit it."
"Bee, you make absolutely no sense sometimes," I frowned.
"You're scared," she stated.
"Duh," I muttered.
"But you know, deep down, that you want this baby," she smiled.
"Of course I do, Brea," I sighed. "It's my baby, no matter what. I mean, I totally regret sleeping with Cody... or getting that drunk that I had sex without really knowing it. But... It's my baby."
"I get it," she sighed. "I hope that I'll be a mom one day too. Not anytime soon, obviously."
"Well, sometimes you don't get to choose, Bee," I frowned. "Hell, I'm living freaking proof of that! The choice? Taken away from me."
"Yeah," she muttered.
"Let's go and try and find our father," I suggested with a weak smile.
"You mean before we have to go home and tell mom?" she teased.
"I'm so totally freaking about telling her," I admitted.
"Christie, she'll be pissed, but she'll be there for you," she smiled ,squeezing my hand.
"I hope so," I grinned back.
We drove into Seattle to the mechanics that he worked at when we were little. Once, we actually came to Seattle with him. We were four, and I barely remembered. That was the last time he ever really bonded with him.
"Is this the place?" I asked.
"I think so," Brea answered.
"Come on," I sighed, getting out of the car.
We walked into the mechanics hand in hand. Looking around, we didn't see anyone who looked like our father. Just a young boy who was sitting there, watching an old man fix a car.
"Can I help you?" the boy asked.
"Hi," Brea smiled. "We're looking for someone."
"Who you looking for?" the boy questioned, eyeing us.
"His name is Kyle Brady," I answered. "We need to find him. It's urgent."
"How do you know my dad?" the boy questioned.
"Dad?" Brea frowned.
"Are you Eric Brady?" I asked. "You look... you're so much younger in your Facebook photo, I didn't know it was you at first."
"Yeah..." he answered slowly. "Who are you, and how do you know me?"
"We're Brea and Christina Knight," I said, pointing to each of us as I spoke our names. "We're... uh... we're..."
"We're Kyle's daughters," Brea finished for me.
"You're my sisters?" he looked at us blankly. "Wow. You're both beautiful. Guess you didn't have to look too hard to find us, since you found us."
"And you're our brother," I said, taking in a deep breath.