It was a sunny Monday afternoon. These previous few weeks had brought nothing but rainy days and cloudy skies. On this particular Monday the sun seemed to creep out like a thief in the night.

I sat on the bottom steps of my grandmothers porch. I had been sitting here for half and hour, awaiting my estranged fathers arrival. My mother, Tina had recently passed. It was cancer. Breast cancer. She'd had it for years but never informed me. There were a lot of things she kept from me. My father being one of many.

The day she passed was when my grandmother informed me about my father. She didn't know much, but she knew of him and she knew how to get in contact with him. I was shocked and angered at the fact that my mother never told me about him. Even more so at the fact that my father never not once tried to get in contact with me.

I had asked for years about my father but she always told me that she never knew him. That the relationship they had was a quick and unpleasant one. One she never wanted to discuss with me.

I had told my grandmother that I wanted nothing to do with him. I didn't want to live with a man that didn't care for me. He never came looking for me, so he never cared and didn't want me in his life. Neither did I.

My grandmother however insisted that I stayed with him. She couldn't take care of me. She was wheelchair bound and needed professional care. She said that as soon as I'd left, she'd give up the house and would then be taken to a home.

The horn of a car shook me out of the little trance I was in. I hopped up in shock and saw the passenger side door of a red truck open. I stood frozen. I watched as he slowly got out of the truck and as he stood against it. He's hands in his jean pockets as he eyed me. I couldn't quite read the expression on his face, but I was one hundred percent sure that he could read mine like a book. As much as I wanted to hate him, my heart cried tears of joy.

Never in my entire life had I ever thought that I'd ever meet my father. Hell I never knew that I had a dad. And there he stood. Tall and rugged. A handsomely wrinkled face accompanied with greenish brown eyes and cocoa brown hair. My mom had good taste.

"Beyoncé!"

Blinking, a tad embarrassed that I had been staring at him for so long, I turned and hurried into the house to grab my luggage. I stood in front of the wooden staircase and eyed the top right door that lead to my grandmothers bedroom. As much I loved that women, I was hurt and angry at the fact that I wasn't able to stay with her.

I knew that she couldn't care for me, but I didn't need taking care of. I was grown. She didn't need those people at that old age home taking care of her. She had me and we had each other. I could take care of her better than they could. I knew her. They didn't.

Scoffing, I blinked the brimming tears away and grabbed my backpack and the handle of my suitcase. I walked back out and slammed the door behind me, rushing towards the white picket fence.

The closer I got to my father, the more nervous I saw him get. At least that's what it looked like. His hands had now escaped his jeans and he had quickly rubbed his palms on them before awkwardly placing them by his side.

As I exited the gate, my steps slowed as I neared him. I was now stood in front of him and he did nothing but stare. I tried to stare back into his eyes but my eyes landed on his prickly stubbled chin. I wanted him to see how much I hated him. I wanted to show him that he would never win me over, that I'd forever be a stranger to him.

My face grew hard, my nose scrunched and my eyebrows rose. I tried to give him the ugliest snarl I could muster up, but when my eyes met his my face softened.

My eyes watered and my lips trembled. I could feel my legs begin to grow weak and my fingers begin to tremble. No. No no. My face began to feel hot and my nose began to burn. I knew exactly what would follow next. To my surprise, the brown devils lime green eyes began to gloss over. He brought his trembling lips into a small smile and I lost it.

I let my head fall to my chest as I let out a muffled cry. I tried to control myself. I tried as best as I could to stop myself from crying more, but my tears continued to flow and my heart continued to ache. Why God why?

I felt his large hands take my face into his and lift it up. Through blurry eyes I saw that he had tears begging to escape his wrinkled eyelids. He let out a chuckle.

"You're so beautiful."

Great. More waterworks. He grabbed the back of my neck, shoved me into his chest and I let the rest of my salty tears stain his white shirt. After what felt like five minutes, I pushed myself away from him and quickly wiped my stained cheeks before clearing my throat.

Why do I always have to be so emotional? So weak? I had been so angry at him a few minutes ago that I had wanted to punch him in his stupid face. Look at me now. Embraced in his arms as I cried into his chest.

"I'm...We should go now."

I wanted to say more. I wanted to scream at him. Tell him that he should never touch me like that again. That I was crying for my mother, not him, but my lips wouldn't move. He stared at me for a moment before awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah. Uh...you get in and I'll put your bags in the back."

Stumbling over my feet, I quickly made my way to the car and hopped into the passenger seat. I waited for him to put my bags in the back seat of the truck before climbing into the drivers seat and taking off. The car ride was awkward and dead silent. I couldn't bare to look at him in fear of crying again so I kept my head stiffly facing the opposite direction.

"My name's Terrance. I don't know if you knew that already. I figured your grandmother didn't say much about me."

Turning towards him, I eyed the side of his face and thought of what exactly I wanted to say. I didn't know why I never thought of asking grandma my fathers name. I find it strange that she hadn't mentioned his name to me since she'd spoken so much of him these past few weeks.

She never said enough for me to actually know much about him, but I knew of the kind of person he was back then. When he met my mother. The entire ordeal was so confusing to me.

My mother had said that she'd never had any kind of relationship with him and that whatever they had was extremely short lived. My grandmother however made it seem like it was the complete opposite. I had so many questions. I didn't really want to talk to Terrance as much, but I knew that if I wanted answers I'd eventually have to talk to him about it. I'd leave that for a later date though.

I decided to not say a word and once again face the other direction. I laid my head on the window and soon felt my eyelids become heavy.

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"Beyoncé."

I felt my shoulder being shook lightly and my eyes fluttered open.

"Sorry for waking you, but we're here."

Straightening myself out in the seat, I stretched and yawned before peeking out of the window. It's crazy to think that I lived only three hours away from my father I never knew about.

I climbed out of the vehicle and got a better look at Terrance's home. He must have a lot of money. It was a two story home with a balcony and a very large porch. I don't know much about homes or the prices of homes but I knew this place had to have cost a fortune. This was nothing compared to grandma's place. Nothing at all.

"Come on I'll show you around."

Terrace's had my bags and motioned for me to follow him. As I looked around I noticed that there weren't any houses nearby. How rich was he? I must've still been sleepy because I was only now seeing everything clearly. This looked like some sort of estate. With all the fences and wide open green spaces.

I made my way up the porch and entered his home. My jaw dropped. I tried not to let it show too much, but I was in complete awe. Everything looked so clean and expensive. I glanced down at my stained converse and slightly backed up. I felt so out of place.

The mud stains on my converse were dried up so I knew they wouldn't stain the white carpet, but I couldn't shake the feeling that if I moved or even touched anything, I'd stain it.

"Boys." Terrance called as he put my bags on the ground.

My eyes widened and I quickly looked around. Boys? Terrance turned towards me and shot me a reassuring smile.

"I-I didn't really know how to tell you. I thought I'd let you see for yourself."

Tell me what? What's going on? Before I could actually ask what he was talking about, I heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. I directed my eyes to the oncoming ruckus and I grew nervous. Two boys, both clearly older than me were ascending the staircase.

I didn't know what to expect. I didn't understand what was happening. I wasn't too fond of Terrance, but he was the only person I knew and at the moment, the only person I felt safe with.

On instinct, I backed away from the front steps of the staircase and hid  slightly behind Terrance. My palms were beginning to sweat and I could feel my legs grow weak.

"It's okay Beyoncé." I felt Terrance wrap his large arm around my shoulder. He slowly brought me forward so that I was now standing in front of him. My back to his broad chest.

The boys were now at the bottom of the staircase and were standing right in front of us. They were almost as tall as Terrance, but still both towered over me. Great. As if I wasn't intimidated enough.

"Beyoncé, I'd like you to meet Quincy and Jay."

Terrance rubbed my shoulders up and down before placing a small kiss on the top of my head.

"Your brothers."

I froze. There's no way that this is actually happening. I have to be dreaming. I must've been in a daze for a while because I heard everyone chuckle. The older brother stretched out his right hand and displayed his pearly whites.

"Nice to finally meet you Beyoncé. I'm Jay."

I slowly placed my hand into his and couldn't help but stare into his eyes. They were just as green as Terrance's. It was actually scary how much their eyes looked alike.

"This must come as a complete shock to you, but that's okay. We don't bite." Jay shook my hand and gave it a squeeze. A reassuring squeeze.

Jay then swiftly swung his arm around the other brother and gave him a little pat on the shoulder.

"Quincy, mind introducing yourself to Beyoncé." He cooed.

Quincy shyly smiled and stepped forward. His actions were so fast, had I had the chance I would've taken a couple steps back. Quincy wrapped his arms around my shoulders and brought my small frame up into his. I felt my feet leave the ground and I gasped.

"I've always wanted a sister." Quincy shrieked in excitement.

"Okay buddy. Put her down before you hurt her." I heard Terrance laugh.

I was soon back on the ground and I gave both Jay and Quincy a small smile. They seemed nice enough. I wasn't expecting all of this to happen. I've always wanted siblings, but I didn't know how to feel about this. I was so conflicted.

I should be happy that I now have the siblings I have always longed for, but I didn't grow up with them. We've been strangers up until this point so I didn't really feel like they were my siblings. We'd probably never have the relationship that siblings who grew up together had.

"I-it's nice to meet you both." Kill me now. I didn't expect my voice to sound so frail.

"Well I'll show you to your room." Terrance picked up my bags and headed for the stairs. "I'll let you get situated before showing you around."

I gave Quincy and Jay a polite nod before following Terrance up the staircase. When I reached the top, I turned to take a look at everything. The windows allowed the sunlight to shine so brightly against my face.

The chandelier glistened and made the entire upstairs section glow. I glanced down and Quincy and Jay were both staring at me. How embarrassing. I must've looked so silly staring up at the ceiling for as long as I have.

I felt my cheeks go hot. Quincy looked up at me with a shy and innocent smile and Jay gave me a look that I couldn't quite decipher. Petrified, I quickly joined Terrance in the spacious hallway. We passed three doors and stopped at the door at the very end of the hallway.

"So this is your room. The room next to yours is Jay's, opposite Jay's is Quincy's and..."

I looked over to the room opposite my own before staring back up at Terrance. He seemed so...angry? There were so many emotions running amok on his face that deciphering them all would surely leave me dizzy. I was curious, but opted to not pry.

He opened the door to my room and we both entered. The room was beautiful and so spacious. The walls were a light baby pink colour, the drapes and bed sheets were white and the carpet a light cream colour with printed pink flowers. My room at grandmas was a dull grey.

Terrance set my bags down and sat down on the bed. He patted the spot beside him and i slowly followed suit and sat beside him.

"I didn't really know what your favourite colour was so I opted for the unoriginal pink. Quincy said you'd like pink and white together."

I looked around the room and was a bit shocked when I spotted a television. I'd never ever in my life thought that I'd ever have a television in my room. Mom always said that a television would rot your brain. We never had a television ever now that I think about it. I can't remember ever seeing a television in mums apartment or at grandmas place.

"It's beautiful."

An awkward silence fell and I stood up. I didn't want to cry but I felt my eyes begin to burn. This room was ten times the size of my old one. Probably bigger than grandmas living room. As much as I hated Terrance, I didn't know where I'd be if it weren't for him. Mom was gone and grandma was off to an old age home. If I didn't have Terrance, I'd be in an orphanage. I was truly grateful.

"Uh... I'll give you some privacy. Let you get settled in."

Terrance stood, and put his hands into his Jean pockets. He must do that when his nervous. Without a second thought, I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my faces into his chest. He slowly wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I quickly took a step back, wiping my cheeks as I did so.

"I-Thank you...For this."

I put my head down and eyed my black converse. I knew that if I stared at him any longer, I'd cry. Again. I'd been way too emotional for my liking today. I honestly couldn't bare anymore tears. Terrance slowly kissed the top of my head and left my room. I heard him sniffle, but I was scared to see if he was crying. I had a feeling that he was.

Terrance shut the door and I let out a much needed sob. I fell to me knees in front of the bed and shoved my face into the sheets. Terrance seemed so kind and gentle. The complete opposite of what I had previously thought.

How could such a sweet looking man abandon his daughter? By the reaction he had to first seeing me, I knew that he felt something for me. You don't just shed tears for someone you don't love. Or maybe they were tears of regret. I didn't want to think about it too much. I was starting to exhaust myself.

After about a few good minutes, I sighed and stood up from the bed and wiped my tears away. I walked over to the large mirror that hung on the wall beside the huge cabinet. My face was red, but I don't think anyone would be able to tell that I'd been crying. I was a bit nervous to see everyone again, but I wanted to see more of the house. I was curious.

As I headed for the door, I gasped when a felt the side of my face slap into what felt like someone's hard chest. I stumbled back and caught myself from tumbling back into my room. I looked up and frowned at the unfamiliar face. Who could this be?

"I-I'm so s-sorry! I didn't see you there."

I waited for a response, but all he did was stare. I grew uncomfortable. His eyes were intense and his face serious. I panned my eyes to my converse, but drew them right back when I heard him scoff.

"So you're the little bastard?"

My mouth dropped. I must've heard him wrong. I had to have. The little what? My bewildered expression must've amused him, because he laughed. A laugh that made me even more uncomfortable than his stare made me feel. His face almost immediately grew cold and I could've sworn I saw his eyes darken.

"So I see you've met Chris."

I turned my head to see that Terrance was standing right next to us. When did he come back? I hadn't noticed him. Chris' death stare had me completely frightened and I wasn't able to tear my eyes away from his hazel ones. Funny. They resembled my own. A lot.

"Beyoncé, I'd like you to meet Chris. Your brother."

There's no way. Another one? Terrance snaked his arm around my shoulder and gave Chris the same stare down he had given me. What's up with the people in this house?

"She's not my fucking sister!" Chris spat so harshly that I almost flinched.

Chris glared at Terrance before letting his eyes fall onto me and I inched myself further into Terrance's side. Chris scoffed out a laugh and shook his head before turning and entering his bedroom. He slammed the door and I jumped. I looked up at Terrance in confusion. What was his problem?

"Don't worry your pretty little head about him. He's still stuck on the past. He'll come around." With his arm still around my shoulder, Terrance walked me down the hallway.

The past? What could've happened to make Chris react to me that way? I desperately wanted to find out, but I was so nervous. It had to have been serious.

I hadn't even had a conversation with Chris, but within this short amount of time I could clearly see that he hated me. I didn't know how to feel. I don't think I've ever been hated by anyone.

"I thought about ordering some pizza. You must be starving. You like the idea of pizza?"

We turned the corner for the stairs and I turned my head to peer down the hallway. Chris stood slouched against his door frame. His hands in his Jean pockets with a smirk on his face. What have I just stepped into?

"Uh pizza sounds great."