Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
Naomi's POV
                          
I was chopping vegetables when my phone rang, I picked it up and put it between my shoulder and ear.
                          
"Hello?" I answered.
                          
"Hey Naomi," Grey said.
                          
"Grey, if this is about Grayson staying her last night, I-"
                          
"Sadie's here," he said. "She found the suicide letter."
                          
"No," I said.
                          
"She's upstairs with Grayson now," he said. "It's time, we need to sit them down and tell them." I heard a scream in the background. "We're on the way." He hung up and I heard running footsteps. Parker came down frantic.
                          
"Mom, Sadie's gone," he said, he is Jake's child.
                          
Casey's POV
                          
I sat back in the front of Jake's car, let me rephrase that, his work car. He picked me up from Channing's, he pulled into Mickey's Diner. He stopped.
                          
"I wanna go home," I asked.
                          
"You know what McKenna?" He asked. "I don't care what you want, I'm sick and tired of your attitude." 
                          
"Well you're not my dad so I don't care," I said, he got out and walked around opening my door. He pulled me out and shut the door, he grabbed my hand. "Don't grab me like I'm child."
                          
"You wanna act like a child, I'll treat you like a child," he said, he walked across the parking lot pulling me. He walked and pushed me in the booth, he sat beside me. 
                          
"What's the point of being here?" I asked. "Look, Aubrey isn't my sister, Parker and Sadie aren't my siblings, and neither is Cason." 
                          
"I bet you any of them would be quick to have your back," he said. "Let Parker and Cason see your eye, they are gonna freak. Be glad I didn't beat that kid." I kept my focus down.
                          
"Hey," I heard a voice and I looked at man.
                          
"Jake?" I asked, a boy sat beside him and I smiled. 
                          
"Hey Chase," Jake said. "Christian."
                          
"Casey," Chase said. "You look just like your mother." 
                          
"You're my dad?" I asked. "And my brother?"
                          
"I'm your half brother," he said and he touched my eye and I winced. "Who hit you?"
                          
"Just a fight, I'm fine," I said. 
                          
"She's being dumb just like Naomi," Jake said. "Chase, she constantly reminds me I'm not her dad and those four aren't her siblings." He laughed and looked at me.
                          
"Little girl, Jake has done more for you than I have," he said. "He tucked you in night, he read to you at night and gave you baths. I've raise Christian instead of you." 
                          
"You couldn't raise two kids," I said. 
                          
"Naomi raised you and the twins," he said.
                          
"Dad I want something to do with you," I said. "Please." 
                          
"I will have something to do with you," he said.
                          
"No way," Christian said.
                          
"You're my brother," I said.
                          
"Half," he said. "I wouldn't spend a split second with you if you would stay with an abusive guy. He doesn't care about you."
                          
"He does care, he has a temper," I said.
                          
"You're an idiot," he said. "If you think he loves you. If he doesn't respect your family, he doesn't respect you." 
                          
"You don't know Channing," I said.