Georgia's POV

I woke up in my room in James' house. My head hurt so bad when I got up. I was going to go to my old home today and I was hoping James was up for it.

"Good morning." I said to him sitting on the couch

"You got smashed last night." He laughed "I will not take you out like that again and if I do you can only get 2 beers when your with me."

"How bad was it?"

"Awful, I never knew how crazy you could be when you are drunk."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'm going to drive to London today."

"We just got back." I said

"It's just touch ups on the new album. I think that Ben, Cam, and Sam are already there at the studio."

"Denis?" I asked

"He's on a plane."

"When you see him could you hug him for me?"

"Sure." James threw his suitcase on the couch

"I think I'm going to go to my old house today." I said

"Brandi can't make it today anyway , she's in America." James said "I left you a couple hundred pounds to go shopping for clothes though."

"I don't want to take that money, I'm already bumming off of your home."

"No, like you said in your drunken haze 'James your my best friend ever.' " His female voice and impression of me was pathetic.

"You are just a jerk." I said

"Yes, I am." He pulled his leather jacket on. "It's a really short flight so I'm just going to take the 30 minute plane ride and leave you the car to go shopping and reminisce."

"That sounds great. Do you need me to drive you to the airport?" I asked

"Yes please." I opened the front door and I for the first time in months drove in a car with the steering wheel on the right side and drove on the left side of the road.

"I can't wait for the fans to hear this new album. We have worked so hard on it I just can't wait to let everyone listen and just know that we are still going strong." He sounded really happy and once we got to the airport I dropped him off and went to the local shopping center. I hadn't really been here since I was at least 12 when I got out of school early before going to my prison I called home I came here just to look at a different atmosphere. I was hungover like crazy and I hadn't really cleaned myself up so I was probably a wreck but I was prepared to buy new clothes and just get myself together. I checked the directory and found a really cool looking store. We didn't really have Hot Topic here like America and if I wanted to go there I would have to go to London.

When I reached the store I picked up a few tank tops, a couple baggy black v necks, and 5 new pairs of black and normal color skinny jeans. All of this was 200 pounds and I still had a ton left.

I rubbed my eyes as I drove back home to James' I got dressed and quickly cleaned my hair tying it in a tight bun. I wore my new pair of blue skinny jeans, my baggy black v-neck and wore Denis' flannel... let's face it I wore it day and night.

I knew my old address and I knew where and how to get in I just hoped it was still for sale so I could look for clues at where my mother might be. The drive wasn't far from James' house it was a few streets over and all the way down into the northern part of York.

I drove slowly down the street and looked at the different houses. Some were ripped down completely and were covered in beautiful grass, others were remolded with different vehicles in the driveways and the one I automatically recognized was my small brown ranch home. The for sale sign was not longer in the front lawn and the grass was dead and was frozen over. The windows were tightly shut and I noticed the farthest window to the right was even boarded up as Stephen had left it. Who ever bought the house didn't change it much.

I tried opening the door without knocking. It was locked. I knocked a few times and nothing was even stirring inside. I walked around to the back of the home and still noticed the picnic table under the willow tree. I checked the carvings that George did when he was a child here way before I was born.

'George waz here'

'George and Stella forever'

Any sentence on this table was George.... I wasn't distraught yet because I hadn't even walked inside the home. It was someone's property and I was trespassing but I didn't really care. I got the feeling no one was home anyways.

I walked away from the picnic table and tried the back doors but both were locked and triple bolted. That was the only thing new thing I could tell on the house so far.

I knocked the back doors a few times after and eventually got a bad yet effective plan. Break one of the windows. I was wearing my Doc Martins and I knew if I threw it at one of the back windows it would shatter permitting me entrance into the house. And so that's what I did. I took my boot off and threw it as hard as I could at the window. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes as I heard the loud breaking of glass... it reminded me of Stephen breaking a bottle threatening my mother. I shuddered. What if he was here? What if Stephen came back and bought the house and was waiting to kill me as he always wanted.. after all I am my mom's accident. I walked towards the broken window and stuck my right leg in and swung my body inside. I hit the tiled dining room floor and dusted the glass off of my boot tying it back on I was sure no one was home. Someone would have heard me by now. I avoided my room. If I was to enter my bedroom I would break down and cry my eyes out. I tried to not look at the kitchen and the hallway but I walked around the entire house still not entering my room. The counters in the kitchen still had scratches on it from Stephen's constant bottle breaking and I noticed something rather odd. The trash can had recent items in it. Things like an apple core, grape jam jar, and an empty seltzer bottle. Someone had been here recently, and I found it ironic that those items were what I was given as a child. I walked into my mother's room and found a piece of paper on the bed. It was divorce papers from the beginning of last year. It had Stephen's name on it and both my mother's name and his name on it. I was shaking. I had checked the entire house except for the one room I never wanted to be in again. My room. I left my mother's old room and walked to the opposite hall of their room. I peeked in the restroom and saw toilet paper in the waste basket. Someone for sure lived here. Or was at least staying here. I whimpered as I opened my old rooms door and I opened it to the bare grey walls and the small twin bed. I looked in and nearly pissed my pants when I saw the woman who claimed to be my mother... Abel Francis

"Georgia." She said pulling her wrap off of her head. Her red hair was now short and barely touched her forehead, her face was just as beautiful as I had seen it only rarely as a child. The years my step father held her from me I stared at her in the darkened room. I attempted to turn on the light but there wasn't any electricity as there hadn't been since I was at least 14. Stephen wouldn't replace the bulb in my lamp.

"Mum?" I managed to say she stood up. She was wearing baggy dress pants, a royal blue long sleeved crew top and she wore a scarf around her neck. She came over to me and wrapped her short arms around me. I couldn't believe this was my mother. The woman kept from me for so many years she was finally here.

"I haven't seen you.. Let's go into the dining room I want to see you." She led me to the dining room and gasped at the window.

"You broke my window."

"You didn't answer the door when I knocked."

"I'm staying here in this home until I die." She said "I divorced Stephen and he recently died this past year. I didn't know you would come back here after all this time you left your brother and came here."

She had no clue about George or Nicole. I could finally say her name. "I don't live with him anymore. He left for the military and Nico.. Nicole passed away." I say picking at my nails nervously

"So who have you been with? To get here you have to be with someone?"

"I made a new family with my amazing friends I met."

Her saddened pale face brightened as I told her about Asking Alexandria.

"James, the drummer from here. I live with him now and we are the best of friends we went drinking last night and it was amazing." I just went on and on about James. It was like catching up with her after all these years of abuse from Stephen. I didn't even need to hesitate talking to her because it all slipped out, she was so easy to talk to.

"I have this boyfriend. He means the world to me his name is Denis Shaforostov.. or Stoff for short." I told her

"My daughter, the daughter kept from me all those 16 years has a boyfriend. What's he like?"

"He's from the Ukraine and he always dreamed of being apart of this band I'm telling you about and now he is really living it. I was on tour with them for about 4 and a half months."

She reached for my trembling hand and rubbed it with her thumb. "Why are you here?"

I wasn't surprised she asked me but she was still shocked I came back here.

I gathered the easiest way to just ask her about my real dad or to bring up the idea of trying to find out more about him. "I was thinking about that note you left me." I paused. She nodded to me. "My dad, I think it's time I try to find him or at least ask you about him."

My mother didn't shake her head or reject me. "I am all for helping you find him and tell you about him."

"Really?" I asked

"Of course. Where do you want me to start?"

"Did you know him? How? What was the history?" I was shocked myself that she was all for spilling her secrets of my father.

"He was my middle years sweetheart. His name.. his name was Gavryn, I could never remember how to pronounce his last name but he actually was from Ukraine just like your boyfriend." I'm sure my mouth was open... What a coincidence.. "We were best friends for years until his parents moved him to Russia. I don't really know much about how he is now but I know he isn't dead."

"Mum, how was I thrown into the mix? You were married to Stephen at the time and George was about to move to America."

"You listened all through your childhood at us... I can't express how sorry I am for everything and anything we put you through the times I tried to let you come and be with Stephen and I it never worked." My mother was heart broken at my childhood, she always wanted to fix things but Stephen's grip was to strong for her. "Back to Gavryn, your father.. I remember going to London for the night to meet with him and catch up. Stephen was in America with George and I just needed to see Gleb after all the years had passed. Things led to another and you were conceived."

I was tearing up. "Mum..."

"He doesn't know you exist but he moved back here. If I'm not mistaken he lives in Brixton."

"I want to meet him. What does he look like?"

"I haven't seen him in years but I will never forget Gavryn's face. He has brown eyes the color of chestnuts, fine brown hair- like yours. I remember his build being tall and quite large but not fat, just a large man."

I smiled at her. She admired my face and closed her eyes pursing her lips.

"You have his nose, and his dimples."

"I can't believe it. I have to meet him mum."

"You have his smile, your teeth are just like his, not like mine." She showed me her teeth. Jagged, and large. Mine however were small and perfectly fitted in my mouth. "You were blessed with his attractive features. Your brother however is Stephen's boy." I nodded to her.

"I wasn't giving any care as a child mum, and I think I know that its 90% if Stephen's fault but you felt guilty as well. The only thing that makes me a little angry with this is why did you let me grow up with him?"

"He wouldn't have known how to take care of a girl on his own." She stuttered alittle

"I think you were scared and selfish. You didn't even bother telling him. I could be with my father, I wouldn't have had to be locked in a room and starved for days on end for being an accident."

"Things don't work out the way we want them to." I saw her grit her teeth alittle. I usually did that when I regretted something.

"I tell you what. If you do track Gav, take me to see him." She requested

I felt guilty for this entire situation, even if it wasn't my choice to be born and to be brought into this terrible family.. she deserved happiness just as much as I had with the guys...

"Okay." I said

"I love you my Georgia Annabel." She got up from the table and I stood up hugging her. She kissed my cheeks and she wrote down her land lines number and told me to call her when I found Gav.

The drive back to James' house was so much quicker since my brain was thinking so many thoughts. When I got in I went to my room and laid on the love seat. I thought of the things she had told me about Gav, the similarities, the love she had for him and how she was to scared to let me have a loving father. She was loving and selfish all wrapped into one individual but for me to meet my real father I had to make my mother happy for the first time in a long time. I wondered how Gavryn and myself would act around each other. It would be awkward and strange at first but I think he would love me more than anything in the world.. or at least that's what I wanted to think.. I wonder if Denis would like him.. after all their from the same place. This could be my future coming together, I just had to find Gavryn and try to piece this together. But for now I needed to call the guys and just hear their voices and listen to what they were doing this was too much to think over for me right now.

I grabbed my phone and called Ben.

Hey guys!! so this is the illustrious chapter 15, I hope you guys enjoyed it, to find out what's next in Georgia's journey stay tuned for the upcoming chapters.. ;)-<3 mickey