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Mommy Dearest
1 ReviewsRory meets her birthmother. As well as her unexpectedly discovered brother. Will she give them a chance?
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot, would it?"
"I don't know. I just can't believe all this bullshit. I just can't."
"I know, I know. If you go, I can go with you."
"No, I have to do this on my own. I'll go. Maybe this lady has some answers."
"So are you going to call the social worker?"
"I guess so, if I want to see this woman. I don't even know her first name really. I know her last name but that's about it."
"What is it?"
"Iero or something like that."
"What?!"
Kimberly nearly fell off the bed.
"Dude, what's your deal?"
"Rory! Don't you realize?! You just might be related to... to!--" She shot off like a pistol to my wall. She pointed to a poster on my wall.
It was a My Chemical Romance poster. Her finger bullseyed on Frank. I knew he was one of the guitarists, but not much else. I had only been in love with MCR for 2 weeks now. Kimberly had given me the picture that was staring back at me now.
"Wait a minute!"
"His last name is Iero, Rory!" I tried to rationalize.
"Well maybe there's other people that have that name!" The words
"Yeah but its not exactly common! Think about it! You might be related!"
"Impossible." I was in disbelief again. Seriously, I couldn't be related to Frank. I just couldn't. This lady couldn't be his mom! She just couldn't.
"Not really. Anything's possible."
Kim had the biggest smile on her face. I sighed and plopped back onto my matress.
"Oh my god, Ror, just imagine if you are related to him!"
"I'd rather not, I live and fanticize in my head way too much already." I uneasily let out a laugh.
"I'm gonna go get the phone book and we're going to call that social worker chick."
"Do we have to now?"
"C'mon, Ror, I know you say you'll meet her now, but you'll find reasons and excuses not to meet her later."
"That's not true." Kim smirked.She made her way to my bedroom door and down the stairs.
"You coming?" I heard her call.
"Yeah." I huffed and headed down the stairs.
"What closet is the book in?"
"I don't know. Hey Grama?" I entered the kitchen and found her thumbing through the latest newspaper.I think she was simply trying to distract herself from the situation. She always seemed to do so when things get crappy.
"What'd you need honey?"
"Phone book."
"What for?"
"To call the social worker."
"No need. I have her card." She looked up at me from her paper and sighed.
"What?"
"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you positive Aurora? Because you don't have to call her."
"I do. I need to find out if this is for real."
"I don't know. I just can't believe all this bullshit. I just can't."
"I know, I know. If you go, I can go with you."
"No, I have to do this on my own. I'll go. Maybe this lady has some answers."
"So are you going to call the social worker?"
"I guess so, if I want to see this woman. I don't even know her first name really. I know her last name but that's about it."
"What is it?"
"Iero or something like that."
"What?!"
Kimberly nearly fell off the bed.
"Dude, what's your deal?"
"Rory! Don't you realize?! You just might be related to... to!--" She shot off like a pistol to my wall. She pointed to a poster on my wall.
It was a My Chemical Romance poster. Her finger bullseyed on Frank. I knew he was one of the guitarists, but not much else. I had only been in love with MCR for 2 weeks now. Kimberly had given me the picture that was staring back at me now.
"Wait a minute!"
"His last name is Iero, Rory!" I tried to rationalize.
"Well maybe there's other people that have that name!" The words
"Yeah but its not exactly common! Think about it! You might be related!"
"Impossible." I was in disbelief again. Seriously, I couldn't be related to Frank. I just couldn't. This lady couldn't be his mom! She just couldn't.
"Not really. Anything's possible."
Kim had the biggest smile on her face. I sighed and plopped back onto my matress.
"Oh my god, Ror, just imagine if you are related to him!"
"I'd rather not, I live and fanticize in my head way too much already." I uneasily let out a laugh.
"I'm gonna go get the phone book and we're going to call that social worker chick."
"Do we have to now?"
"C'mon, Ror, I know you say you'll meet her now, but you'll find reasons and excuses not to meet her later."
"That's not true." Kim smirked.She made her way to my bedroom door and down the stairs.
"You coming?" I heard her call.
"Yeah." I huffed and headed down the stairs.
"What closet is the book in?"
"I don't know. Hey Grama?" I entered the kitchen and found her thumbing through the latest newspaper.I think she was simply trying to distract herself from the situation. She always seemed to do so when things get crappy.
"What'd you need honey?"
"Phone book."
"What for?"
"To call the social worker."
"No need. I have her card." She looked up at me from her paper and sighed.
"What?"
"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you positive Aurora? Because you don't have to call her."
"I do. I need to find out if this is for real."
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