Y/n's View

"I got shit to do so I'm gonna address this real quick." I say.

"There is a clip of me of me getting into a fight with someone a year ago. The person who posted the video is actually my ex girlfriend but that video was not filmed a year ago." I say.

"It was about 2 weeks ago and she provoked me. For 2 years she was the one who abused me and I never actually wanted to fight back." I say.

"That video was taken from cameras in my old house before I moved Canada and she started the fight. I cannot believe that she would be this much of a petty bitch to lie about something so serious." I say.

"My legal team has asked if I wanted the video removed and I have said no. This is because it would be stupid for me to engage and "let her win." Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me through this shit. I am okay." I say.

"Your English is very good." I read.

I laugh and smile.

"Like I said, I got shit to do so I gotta go." I say as Tate walks in the room.

"If Tate lets me I'll stream again tonight." I say as Tate kisses my cheek.

"The answer is no." Tate says.

I laugh and she smiles.

I end the stream and turn to face Tate.

"You got a mail from a Mark Y/l/n." Tate says handing me an envelope.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

"That's my dad's name." I say.

"But he died." Tate says.

"Exactly." I say opening the envelope.

"Dear Y/n/n, I hope this letter finds you well. I know you are more than likely confused but I would like to speak in person. Call me." I read.

"It's the same handwriting from the card he got me with those flowers." I say.

"None of this makes sense. If this really is him, how'd he know I'm in Canada? No one knows moved to Canada yet." I say.

"Do you think..." Tate asks.

"I'm sorry, you just looked like someone I knew." The man says.

"She has a familiar face." Tate says.

"Yeah, maybe that's it..." He says.

We stare at each other and someone clears their throat.

"Sorry for bothering you." He says.

Tate nods and he walks away.

"Can't be, he's fucking dead." I say.

"Maybe you should call them." She says.

"We gotta check the status of my citizenship application first." I say.

"Might take a while just to get on the phone with someone." She says taking her phone out of her pocket.

20 minutes later...

"We could not process her citizenship application." John says.

"Why not?" Tate asks.

"She is already a citizen." John says.

"What?" I ask.

"Our records show you were born in Toronto. Since you have citizenship for the Netherlands as well, I'm assuming you have a dual citizenship." John says.

"I did not know that." I say.

"Thank you for your help, we appreciate it." Tate says.

"You're welcome, call back if you need anything else." John says.

Tate hangs up and looks at me.

"How do you not know where you were born?" Tate asks.

"Everyone says I was born in Amsterdam. I mean, I've never seen my birth certificate." I say.

"Time to call your dad and get some answers." Tate says.

I grab the envelope on my desk and dial the number.

"Hello." A man says as Tate leaves the room.

"H-Hey." I say.

"Y/n?" The man asks.

I know that voice. I know that voice more than I know my own voice.

"Y/n." Dad calls.

"Dad?" I ask.

"Y-Yeah." He says.

I'm happy and pissed off at the same time. I'm happy because my is alive after all these years. I'm angry because he left me. He left me when he said he never would.

"I know I have a lot of explaining to do but I'd rather do it in person. We can get lunch." Dad says.

"You haven't shown up for the past 15 years, why would you show up now?" I ask.

"Just let me explain. I'll text you." Dad says.

"Fine." I say.

I hang up and sigh.

I wonder if Tommy knows... wherever he is. I'm not even gonna tell him, he only cares about his new family.

I walk out of the room and Tate looks up.

"He wants to get lunch." I say.

"That's good." Tate says.

"He's a fucking dickhead. He abandoned for 15 years and now he wants to come back in more life when I'm doing good." I say.

"You don't even know the whole story. He wants to fix things." Tate says.

"Why wait 15 years?" I ask.

"I can't answer that but maybe he can. You should be grateful, some people don't have dads." She says.

"I know! I was one of them for 15 years!" I say.

"I'll go with if I have to but please just see him." She says.

"Ugh!" I groan loudly.

Time Skip

Dad looks up and stares at me.

"Look at you, all grown up." Dad says hugging me.

"Well you missed 15 years of it." I mumble.

"What?" Dad asks.

"Nothing." I say.

"Who's this?" Dad asks.

"My girlfriend, Tate." I ask as they shake hands.

"I didn't know this generation still called their female friends girlfriends." Dad says.

"We don't." I say.

He looks at Tate and back at me.

"Oh, so you making your Barbie's kiss wasn't for — what you called— testing purposes?" Dad asks.

Tate laughs and I roll my eyes.

We sit down and I clear my throat.

"The hell have you been?" I ask.

"New York... with your mom... and Tommy." Dad says.

"Is this a fucking joke?" I ask as Tate rubs my back.

"No." Dad says.

"15 years..." I say.

"I thought you were dead for 15 years and you were living the dream in America! You left me, you left me when I had nothing!" I say.

"And you call yourself a father?" I ask.

"I—" Mark says.

"Why didn't you come back for me? Why'd you leave me? Why'd you lie about everything?" I ask.

"Am I not good enough?" I ask.

"You won't even let me finish." Mark says.

"Why would I when you lied to me? I went to your fucking funeral, I grieved you." I say.

"Ik wou dat ik je nooit had ontmoet (I wish I never met you)!" I say getting up.

I leave and Tate follows me.

"I just need to be alone right now." I say.

"Okay, call me if you need anything." Tate says.

I nod and walk away.

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Okay but this would smack