Almost there.
Going Through Changes.
I thought Austin were on tour, what the hell did he do here? I wasn't confident but tried to smiled. I mean I had to smile, because my role model stands in my house.
"Hey..." I stumbled and ran with my hand through my hair.
"Dad what is he doing here?" I asked nervous and quietly, while I pointed on Austin.
"W-we have to talk..." my dad sighted and he said I should sit down on the couch, while I followed him into the living room. Austin sat down on the couch and I let myself down next to him. I quickly looked at Austin, before my dad sat down on the coffee table in front of us.
"We have to tell you something." he said and I was confused.
"...and what?" I slowly replied and sighted.
"I-I..." my dad looked down on his shoes. He couldn't go on. It was like that something was stuck in his throat, that's blocking his voice.
"Dad, what?!" I repeat, while my gaze got kinda sad. Austin sighted and grabbed the word.
"Quinn..." wait, he knows my name? Austin knows my name?
"H-he isn't your real dad..." he started to explain softly. He looked at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head over to him and wided my eyes a bit.
"Wait, what?!" I asked a bit louder. "He isn't my real dad?" I repeat him.
"Yes, you were adopted." Austin continued. I was shocked.
"I'm adopted?" I got up. My dad finally looked back up, right into my face. He nodded.
"Yes... yes." he said and looked sadly.
"A-Austin is your brother. You two have the same parents. Your mother passed away when you were about 6 years old. She gave you free for adoption right after you was born. She thought she couldn't handle two childrens, because of her heart surgery. She died a few weeks after your birth." he deeply sighted and looked back down onto his shoes. I could hear his voice breaking. It hurts him to tell me the truth. I was confused, sad and shocked at the same time. That was too much for me.
"I don't have a mother anymore?" I asked and felt that tears begun streaming down my cheeks. I had no idea what I should said. My dad nodded.
"She died during her heart surgery." he replied. That was truly too much for me. First, my dad wasn't my real dad, my real mother was dead and then Austin Carlile, my hero, who gave me back everything, was supposedly my brother.
"I need to get out of here." I yelled and went out the door. I let myself down on the little stairs in front of the door. I covered my face into my hands. I was crying like a little baby, I cried over everything. Even if it was a bad mark or when my dad yelled at me to get up in the morning. I sobbed heavy and didn't hear, that someone came out of the door. I noticed it first, when someone sat down next to me.
Austin's POV:
I sat down next to the brown haired Quinn. I understand that this wasn't easy for her now. I mean we actually overran her with it.
"Stop crying, sweatheart." I spoke softly and pulled a arm around her. She whined and sobbing, but looked up to me with her puffy red eyes.
"Why are you coming now to tell me that? You could have stay away and I had never find out about this." she said, while she rubbed her eyes. She sounded a bit angry. I shooked my head.
"No." I started. "You would have find out this one day, when you've meet me at a show. I would remember your face. And did you never wonder yourself why your name is 'Winchester-Carlile'?" I added and looked down at her, while rubbing her arm. I didn't smiled. "It's because your adoptive father's name is Winchester and my name, so your mother's name is Carlile. He held the name Carlile for you and they just put Winchester before it." I explained and smiled a bit. She stared at me.
"And why are you telling me this? To ruin my life?" she asked naughty. I shooked my head.
"No, no. It's because..." I sighted. "Your dad is very very sick. He called me to take you with me, because he can't take care well of you anymore." Her eyes got big and I saw that she started to cry again.
"He is sick?"
"Hey..." I stumbled and ran with my hand through my hair.
"Dad what is he doing here?" I asked nervous and quietly, while I pointed on Austin.
"W-we have to talk..." my dad sighted and he said I should sit down on the couch, while I followed him into the living room. Austin sat down on the couch and I let myself down next to him. I quickly looked at Austin, before my dad sat down on the coffee table in front of us.
"We have to tell you something." he said and I was confused.
"...and what?" I slowly replied and sighted.
"I-I..." my dad looked down on his shoes. He couldn't go on. It was like that something was stuck in his throat, that's blocking his voice.
"Dad, what?!" I repeat, while my gaze got kinda sad. Austin sighted and grabbed the word.
"Quinn..." wait, he knows my name? Austin knows my name?
"H-he isn't your real dad..." he started to explain softly. He looked at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head over to him and wided my eyes a bit.
"Wait, what?!" I asked a bit louder. "He isn't my real dad?" I repeat him.
"Yes, you were adopted." Austin continued. I was shocked.
"I'm adopted?" I got up. My dad finally looked back up, right into my face. He nodded.
"Yes... yes." he said and looked sadly.
"A-Austin is your brother. You two have the same parents. Your mother passed away when you were about 6 years old. She gave you free for adoption right after you was born. She thought she couldn't handle two childrens, because of her heart surgery. She died a few weeks after your birth." he deeply sighted and looked back down onto his shoes. I could hear his voice breaking. It hurts him to tell me the truth. I was confused, sad and shocked at the same time. That was too much for me.
"I don't have a mother anymore?" I asked and felt that tears begun streaming down my cheeks. I had no idea what I should said. My dad nodded.
"She died during her heart surgery." he replied. That was truly too much for me. First, my dad wasn't my real dad, my real mother was dead and then Austin Carlile, my hero, who gave me back everything, was supposedly my brother.
"I need to get out of here." I yelled and went out the door. I let myself down on the little stairs in front of the door. I covered my face into my hands. I was crying like a little baby, I cried over everything. Even if it was a bad mark or when my dad yelled at me to get up in the morning. I sobbed heavy and didn't hear, that someone came out of the door. I noticed it first, when someone sat down next to me.
Austin's POV:
I sat down next to the brown haired Quinn. I understand that this wasn't easy for her now. I mean we actually overran her with it.
"Stop crying, sweatheart." I spoke softly and pulled a arm around her. She whined and sobbing, but looked up to me with her puffy red eyes.
"Why are you coming now to tell me that? You could have stay away and I had never find out about this." she said, while she rubbed her eyes. She sounded a bit angry. I shooked my head.
"No." I started. "You would have find out this one day, when you've meet me at a show. I would remember your face. And did you never wonder yourself why your name is 'Winchester-Carlile'?" I added and looked down at her, while rubbing her arm. I didn't smiled. "It's because your adoptive father's name is Winchester and my name, so your mother's name is Carlile. He held the name Carlile for you and they just put Winchester before it." I explained and smiled a bit. She stared at me.
"And why are you telling me this? To ruin my life?" she asked naughty. I shooked my head.
"No, no. It's because..." I sighted. "Your dad is very very sick. He called me to take you with me, because he can't take care well of you anymore." Her eyes got big and I saw that she started to cry again.
"He is sick?"
Notes
Chapter 2. Not that long, but I'm tired. I know, Austin's POV isn't that long, but i will contiune it in chapter 3.What do you think? Was it a bit too fast for you, that Quinn and Austin met this fast? :P
title taken from eminem's album 'recovery'
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12/4/14