Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Three

I stare at her blankly. "I thought he was gone for good." I say but mum bit her lip and look away nervously. I turn and there I see a blonde figure with a young woman beside him.

Dad and Melanie.

"Have you spoken to him?" I ask and she nods. "Well?"

"You won't like it." she says sympathetically. I squeeze her hand making her face me again. "Mum, please," I beg her.

She takes a deep breath and holds my other hand. It's not good, obviously. When was news about my father ever good. If it were 10 years ago, it would have been wonderful to hear from him but this is not 2008.

"He thought... You would want to meet your brother."

What? Is she serious? I turn around and see Melanie picking up the same boy Blaine was playing with earlier. Bile rises to my throat, the thought alone is nauseating. He'd go that far with her? He does really want to lose my respect for him! More than it already has. This is barbaric!

I can't believe that man, a man who has so little respect for himself, is my own father. Mum told me over and over the past few years that I am a part of him and I can't do anything about it. And those genes are passed on to Blaine.

"This is unbelievable." I mutter. I glare in their direction, enough for Melanie to catch my attention. "I can't believe he'd lost so much respect for himself for a tramp"

Mum tears my gaze from them and turned me around. "He wanted to start over and we just have to accept that, no matter how despicable it is." with that, I scoffed.

"Mum, I have a half brother who's almost the same age as my own son, your grandson. You think that's normal? No. That is disgusting and, I'm sorry, but I will not tolerate it or accept it or whatever nice deed you want me to do."

I see the look of sympathy in mums eyes. She understands and she's just as bothered by this as I am. The two of us turn back to them. Much to my dismay, I see Em holding Blaine infront of Edward. "Unbelievable." I groan frustratedly and strut off in their direction. Mum tried to stop me but she knows it's no use.

Blaine and Edward are related by blood, same as me. But I will not let him enter my sons life and ruin him just as he has ruined me. I will not allow my son to grow up, meeting the same destiny as the bastard who claims to be my father. I stand in front of them now, Melanie eyeing me head-to-toe but I could care less.

Blaine squeals as he sees me and I can't help but smile, no matter how infuriating the situation is. I take my son from Em, ready to leave Edward and Melanie's sight but he had to open his mouth. I barely paid attention to him because Blaine spoke at the same time.

"My friend's name is Luke. His mum's pretty." my little boy beams so innocently, pointing at the woman behind me. I still smile despite his remark and turn to Melanie, my smile grows. However, fake.

"Meg," she says, smiling at me. The nerve of her. "You look different."

Of course I look different. I let my hair go back to it's natural color when I turned 24, finally accepting who I really am. I let it grow and kept the standard length up to my shoulder blades but layered. I admit, it makes me look more mature, people have been noticing even Rachel and Jess.

"Likewise. I heard you and Edward have a son?" I see my 'dad' cringe when I refer to him by his first name. I didn't. It was weird to call him that but definitely not disturbing.

He doesn't deserve to be called dad. At least not for me.

The little boy squeeze between me a Melanie, jumps up for his father to carry him. For some reason my heart swells at the sight in front of me. It may seem wrong to envy the little boy but I do. Thinking about his future, he'd have his father grow up with him, his father can take care of him and watch him grow. Even if we have the same father, he doesn't see him like I do. He never will because surely, he'll keep his many dark dirty secrets from his only son.