The Bodyguard

Chapter 23

I woke up inside a small room with pastel pink walls. Across me stood a small rosewood dressing table. The blanket I was covered with had the same tone as the walls.

"You're awake" only now I noticed I wasn't alone in this room.

To my right sat a middle aged man in a chair. He had a honey skin tone and dark brown hair; and somehow he seemed familiar to me. I couldn't see his eyes because his look was on a small brown book.

"You look just like her" he stated with a warm smile.

I was just about to ask him who he was and how he knew my mother. He obviously meant her.

But when he looked up and our eyes met my breath stopped. We had the exact same eye color. Exactly the same blue tone.

"No, I look just like you" I replied shocked.

My voice was cracking and my heartbeat hurt in my ears.

My mother had warm brown eyes and a lightly humpy nose. She always did. People always told me we had the same skin, lips and hair but nothing else. No more similarities.

And don't get me wrong, I never had a problem with it but his statement "You look just like her" confused me a lot.

Now I know where I have the rest from. This man is my father!

I found out that my dad, Tobias, was not actually my biological father when I was in fifth grade.

My parents donated blood. My mom's a 0 and Tobias' an A. Two weeks earlier my fiends Lou and I took two test from her mothers office.

Turns out my blood type is B0.

Back then I was scared to ask about my biological father and as time went by I just didn't care. My parents avoided talking about that topic and my dad was a great dad.

He never missed a ballet show nor forgot about my birthday. When I had trouble doing my homework he would help me and when I would be sad he would be doing everything to cheer me up.

"Well of course you do. Considering your mother is my big sister" he bent his blue glasses straight and put the book away.

Sister?!

I basically just questioned my entire existence and NOW he tells me the truth?

Who is my father then?

"I am sorry, kiddo. I should have found a better way to let you know that" he was desperately trying to make this not awkward.

It wasn't working.

"S- so, you're- you are my uncle" my voice was shaking.

He nodded and leaned back in his chair.

"I have been looking forward towards meeting you for so long now" he seemed really happy to see me.

"And what- what's your name?" I cursed myself for stuttering like an idiot.

Oh my, I had so many questions!

If anyone would have told me two weeks ago this all would happen to me, I would have called them crazy, laughed at them, called them crazy again and left.

And now I'm somewhere nowhere with my long lost uncle.

"Kiran. Kiran Terces" he replied still smiling.

Okay. Kiran and Kayla sounds good.

"And uh- are there any other aunts or uncles I don't know about?" I asked slowly.

Kiran laughed and leaned back in his chair. I could tell he was nervous by the way he was picking his grey shirt.

"No, no other siblings. May I ask you a question?" His lips turned into a gentle smile. A smile I have seen so often now on my mother's face.

I was still confused about their similarities. Even their voice had the same calm and comforting tone.

"Sure" I sat up and smiled nervously.

Kiran got up and walked to the door.

"Are you hungry? Because I have told my cook to make us some dinner but if you're not hungry I'll tell him to put it in the fridge so you can eat it later" he stuttered as he opened the door.

It will probably take us some time to get along with each other without this awkward tension between us.