“This is so fucked!”  I groaned sitting at the Carlin’s dining table.  I’ve been holding that in since we got into the car.  

“Language.”  Paula reminded with a little unnecessary glare.  I may have solved some issues with Arthur but I haven’t spoken to aunty Paula yet.  I don’t know how I’m going to.  And right now its not my main concern.  

“I wanna punch that bitch of a lawyer.”  Aunty Lisa said walking in after us.  Spencer snickered in the background.  Paula just rolled her eyes and walked away. 

“Me too.”  Kyla agreed taking a seat next to me.  Spencer shared half my chair and we all just slumped down to the dark wood table.  My cheek was resting on the cold surface but I didn’t care.  My body was kinda drained of… everything.

You know whats weird.  I really don’t know how to react.  I know that to say about it.  What to do about it.  I don’t even know how to think about.  Do I cry, laugh, brush it off.  What.  WHAT.

Dean Davies.  My daddy.  What a fucking joke.  Back at the station I ran over every topic without showing much emotion.  Now it was all hitting.  You’d think by know I’d know that bottled up feelings are no good.  But old habits die hard, yada yada…

What do I do now?  Do I call him?  Do I wait for him to call me?  Does he even know I exist?!

What are you supposed to do when You find out one of the most important things in your life has been a lie.  It makes me wonder what else I don’t know.  Do Kyla and I have another sibling.  Is mom really our mom.  Are we from earth or mars.  

Its a complicated situation and I’m stumped. 

I was loosened out of my stressful thoughts by Spencer rubbing my back.  She’s been at my side since we left the station.  She’s just around me, touching, holding, whispering.  I appreciate it immensely.

“Ha.  That was pretty funny when you fired Dinkie, or whatever his name was.”  Aunty Lisa said ginning.  Everyone around us muttered they’re agreement.

“You know you can’t fire him till your done with all this though, right?”  Uncle Arthur asked.