Page 89 of Tattered Souls
“Wow. This is rich as fuck,” I said.
I was still laughing when she snapped, “I’m not sure what’s so funny.”
And that was when I heard it, “Get the fuck out of our house.”
Garrick said as he stormed over to where I was sitting and then grabbed Linda, err, Tabitha by the arm and dragged her out of the living room.
He tore the door open and then pushed her outside, before closing it and locking it.
I was still laughing until Garrick came in front of me, knelt, and placed his hands on my knees.
I was still laughing as I said, “What the fuck?”
Garrick looked at me and shook his head, “No fucking clue.”
“So, my own mother abandons me. My father, who isn’t my father at all, beats the hell out of me. My brother isn’t my brother. My ex beat me. Do I have that right? Oh, and I have no clue who my actual father is. Do I have all of that right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, baby. But even though you didn’t share blood with Granger, he was your brother. Blood doesn’t make family. It never will.”
And at his words, the laughter died, and then tears started to fall.
He wrapped me in his arms and carried me to our bedroom, where he lay us down and held me as I cried.
I cried so many tears that my head started hurting.
I had cried so many tears that I cried myself to sleep.
***
When I woke up the next morning, Misty was there. She saw me and smiled, “You’ve been mine since I met you, don’t you dare forget that.”
Frank was also there, “Claimed you the minute I met you, darlin’.”
Garrick was standing there with his arms crossed, and he said, “You don’t work there anymore. She also will be selling and moving away. Far fucking away.”
I smiled at them and nodded.
And that was that.
I walked over to Garrick, and the minute I was close enough, he wrapped me in his arms, holding me tight, and keeping me safe.
As long as I had Garrick, I had everything.
***
Garrick had also promised to help me find my birth father if I ever wanted to.
I thought about it, often over the next few weeks, and when I told him that I did, I explained, “Yes, your parents are amazing. But when we are blessed with kids, I want him or her to know that they are loved. Completely.”
And he nodded.
It was four weeks later when my DNA results came in through a company we had sent them to.
I had matches.
Close related matches.
But then... as I watched his family, who were going to be my family one day, I realized something... I had all I ever needed.
