I Think I've Had Enough

Chapter 71: Sorry I'm onlyHuman you know me

Tallulah had her cell phone pressed against her ear. Her best friend was going on and on about the book she was reading. It happened to be the same book series that her dad was making the movie for. "Fine," T responded. Her friend had asked her to send her the script for the scenes he was shooting now. "I don't care if you put it on the internet." She was clearly still upset with her father. She took the phone away from her ear for a moment. She could still hear her parents arguing. This had been going on all night.

She padded quietly to her parent's room. Her eyes scanned the room for her dad's work bag. They were always under strict instructions not to mess with it. This time she didn't care. She riffled through the back pulling a few things off the top. She found the script at the bottom. As she pulled it out the edge of a blue folder caught her eye. It was tucked underneath the black base of the bag. She pulled up the black base and took the folder. Maybe the confidential script she thought to herself, "Hold on," T responded. "I'm looking."

Tallulah flipped open the blue folder. She furrowed her brow in confusion. It looked like an elementary school transcript. She searched the paper for a name, "Emilee Vaughn," She said out loud. "Who's that?" She asked her friend eagerly, "someone from the book?"

Her friend responded no quickly. Tallulah flipped to the next page, copies of emergency contact numbers. She recognized her dads phone number. This had to be some sort of actor's preparation prop. "I don't know," she replied to her friend again. She turned the page once again. T's heart started to race. Emilee Vaughn born Baby Girl Pompeo-Dempsey, February 15, 2013, 10:30 AM, Paris, France.

Tallulah felt a numbness spread over her entire body. Her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. The folder of papers slipped from her fingers floating to the ground. Her phone followed suit with a load shatter.

Her world shifted inside of her. This wasn't like the memories. This was actual proof, living breathing proof. Where was this baby? Had he secretly had another family all of these years. His words circled through her head like a merry-go-round.

"T," her father's voice broke the chaos in her head. "are you ok?" He stepped towards her, a piece of her phones screen crunched beneath his foot. He noticed her phone shattered at her feet and then the script. He looked up to see her eyes filled with tears, her nose pink and streaks of mascara streaming down her face. Patrick glanced back to the floor, his heart sank as he saw the blue folder. "Tallulah," his voice filled with a chaotic mixture of fear and sadness.

She searched his eyes for the man she had trusted all of these years. T, couldn't find him. "If you don't tell her, I will," anger erupted through her tears.

"You weren't supposed to find out this way," Patrick said softly wanting desperately to take away her pain. He stepped closer to her.

She held out her hand, stepping away from him, "Don't touch me. I swear to God..." Tallulah yelled. She started flipping through the papers and glass on the floor to find the birth certificate. "If you don't tell her I will," she screamed in his face. She shoved the paper against his chest nearly knocking him over.

"Tallulah," Jillian responded quickly oblivious of what had just taken place, "What are you talking about." T turned to push past her revealing that her face was riddled with emotion. Jill followed her.

Tallulah brushed away her tears with pressure. "I'm taking the boys," she said firmly ripping the keys from the kitchen counter.

"Hey," She grabbed her arm, "stop. What happened?"

"Tallulah," Patrick pleaded, "Don't go. I can explain." Tears were now streaming down his face.

Tallulah bit her lip. "It's all a lie Mom," she wiped her eyes again, "It's all a lie."

With that she gathered the boys and squealed out of the driveway in Patrick's Porsche.

"What is she talking about Patrick," Jillian searched his face.

Patrick rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat. "Jill you should sit down." He crossed to the couch.

"I'm not going to sit down until you tell me what the hell is going on," She yelled back at him.

"I made a mistake," Patrick began slowly hating the words as the escaped his lips. "About seven years ago. The show had just wrapped I had been drinking a little."

"The night you didn't come home," Jillian cringed with pain and anger.

"I was scared, I was sad, I thought my career was over again, I thought I was in love with her," his words stung his chest.

"Stop," She raised her voice. "I don't want to know this," Jillian yelled tears starting to flow from her own eyes.

"I'm sorry," He said gently, "You didn't deserve that."

He hadn't confessed anything but Jillian could read between the lines. The pain and confusion brewing in her stomach was enough to set her intuition on fire. "Why would you tell me this now?" Jillian spit back at him. "All of these years," she was started to lose it, "You made me feel like I was crazy!"

"Jill," he said feeling her pain in his chest, "there's more. The next morning I told her I wouldn't leave my family and that it was a mistake," Patrick's gaze fell to the ground. "a month later she found out she was pregnant." Jillian's hand instantly went to her mouth. He saw her knees go weak. She was silent but fell to the chair next to her. "She gave the baby up for adoption eight months later." He paused, "In May a woman showed up at our door with a birth certificate and a seven-year-old little girl. Emilee's adoptive parents had just died in a car accident and there was no one else."

"Emilee?" she asked before she was able to process what he meant and then, "You've known this since May," Jillian broke her silence, "What you've been playing house with Ellen all summer?"

"I needed to know if it was true," Patrick said softly, "if she was my daughter. I needed to understand why."

"Get out of my house," Jillian yelled, now furious and crumbling in front of him, "Get out!"