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Haz was my biological brother.

And I was holding his child.

We had used protection, we did but we both knew condoms were only 99% guaranteed protection.

We just never knew we'd be the 1% that wasn't guaranteed.

I had told Haz we were expecting and he was nothing but open minded and caring like he's always been, even if we were both only eighteen.

He accepted it after we took a moment to ourselves and so did I, I accepted the consequence when I took the pregnancy test, it happened and there was nothing I could do but prepare.

But nothing could have prepared me for this.

I couldn't even look at Haz and he couldn't do the same without one disgusting word filling our heads.

Incest.

"I- I need air." I gasped in a shakey breath, my chest heaving up and down before I quickly ran out of the room, desperately needing some fresh air and space as I headed back inside to leabe from the front door.

I felt as if my lungs were collapsing, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, my pulse violently thrumming through my whole body as my vision blurred making me realize I was crying.

I ran and ran, not really knowing where I was going but not caring as I continued to cry before I stopped, panting for air and resting one hand on a nearby tree to support my shaking body as I thought about Haz and our child.

Haz was my brother.

And just by that one thought I bent forward and emptied all contents from my stomach, coughing with tears streaming down my flushed face.

Maybe if I hadn't been so busy panicking and crying my aching heart out....

So busy throwing up disgusted at the forbidden acts I had done with my own flesh and blood...

I would have noticed the black van that was following me just a few blocks behind...

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The three of us just stood there in shock, completely silent when Talie left as we all processed what just happened.

Haz had brought his hands to his hair, pacing back and forth breathing heavily to himself as I tried to approach him.

"Haz-" I began, flinching my hands back when my son whipped around and slammed his fist against the metal of the garage, the loud bang echoing and booming throughout the room before he turned to me.

"I thought this shit only happened to white hillbillies who live in trailer parks!" He exclaimed in a panic, his face contorted in distress and anger as tears brimmed his pained green watery eyes.

"I mean... well now we know you're half white so..." I began as I cautiously approached him.

I stared at my poor son, not knowing what to say as I tried to bring him into a hug only for him to shake his head, quickly moving passed my opened arms and walking out of the garage back inside the house, leaving Harry and I alone.

I met Harry's gaze of disbelief as he searched my face for any hidden lies or cracks in my serious expression.

"Is Haz... is he really my..." He began in a low uneven tone, his whole body tense as I slowly nodded in confirmation, not looking away from his wide eyes before it finally hit him.

He inhaled sharply swallowing and taking a few steps back as if he took a physical blow from the information before he brought his hands to his hair, just like Haz did moments before.

Harry shook his head, his shocked gaze trained on the floor before he flickered his attention back to me.

"But that- that can't be, it's impossible we never even..." He trailed off as I took a step closer.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out too. Harry I saw the blood results, you and Haz are related... I just- I just don't know how." I breathed, hugging myself wondering how things could've gone downhill so fast.

Talie and Haz were siblings.

Which meant Talie was holding her brother's baby.

And if they had a baby... that meant that they-

"Oh god how could this of happened." I murmured to myself, rubbing my temples and shaking my head in denial as I slowly paced back and forth.

"We didn't even see eachother the day I came back to town! I still remember the day I puśsied out on seeing you, March 23rd, 20-"

"-17. March 23rd 2017. I know." Harry finished for me, his complexion so pale it was almost ghost like as I stopped my pacing to stare at him.

"Wait... how did you know what day I arrived in town? You weren't even supposed to know I was there at all." I began with a look as a sad expression flickered over Harry's grim features.

"Carlos and Georgia outed you out. They told me the second you got to town. I was so excited- god I didn't even know what to do. All I knew was that I had to see you after those two long years- fuck I even went to the local farmer's market to get some mangos to bring you as a peace offering!" Harry exclaimed, his sharp jaw locking in frustration as he ran a hand through his hair while I blinked at him.

He was buying mangos.

I was across the street.

"I saw you, I was- I was there." I claimed, pointing at him and remembering the memory of watching him from across the street, trying to prep myself on what I was going to say to my ex-husband who I hadn't seen in years.

"You were? No you couldn't, Nat I called Carlos and Georgia expecting you to be with them only to find out you never even visited them! I thought 'well shit, the woman I love hates me so much she's doing everything she can to fucking avoid me.' Afterwards I got myself completely wasted and walked around town like damn drunken idiot!" Harry snapped at me in frustration, his green eyes ablazed with pent up stress and anger as I processed his words.

"The next thing I fucking know it's the next day and I'm in bed naked with a complete stranger- with fucking Cynthia. Then I've got some random asshole greeting me with a 'good morning sunshine' ignoring the fact that I was freaking the fuck out in his flat." He seethed, breathing heavily as my eyes widened in realization.

"Wait, wait," I stopped him, my pulse racing as I tried to piece everything together.

"The guy who greeted you, was he wearing an ugly blue sweater vest with his hair slicked back?" I asked in a rush, newfound adrenaline pumping through my veins as Harry suddenly snapped his gaze to me in surprise.

"Yeah, how did you- how did you know?" He questioned, furrowing his brows in confusion as my mouth dropped at his words.

"Because the same day you woke up next to Cynthia was the same day I woke up besides Aaron. And Dennis- Dennis was one of my old customers from the tattoo shop who let me stay with him... and you said you were in his flat...• I trailed off in disbelief, my mind whirling with a hundred thoughts before I brought my gaze back to Harry's intense one.

If Harry was in Dennis' flat at the same time as me... then that could've meant....

"I think I know the exact person who can tell us what really happened that night."

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"Oh Deborah," Dennis sighed with a polite grin, looking over at his co-anchor woman before turning to the camera.

"And that was this morning news, I'm Dennis Gregger,"

"And I'm Deborah Wals-"

"No one cares. thank you for joining us America." Dennis cut her off with a laugh before signing off, flashing the camera an award winning smile as he straightened the papers on his desk while the red on air light in front of him turned off.

"I hope you go to hell." Deborah immediatly hissed at her co-worker, her fake plastered smile forming into a quick deadly scowl as Dennis casually shifted in his chair and took a sip of his coffee.

"I hope your mom sucks me off when I'm down there." He smiled at her with a cheery tone, raising his brows while he drank from his mug before Deborah slammed her hands down on the table with an irritated grunt, storming passed him.

"Tootles!" Dennis twittled his fingers at her before Harry and I zeroed in on him.

"Oh god, either someone spiked my coffee this morning or it's my favorite high drunk couple!" He cooed when he saw us, a warm smile on his face before Harry and I exchanged blank looks at his greeting.

I then went behind and kept the chair still as Harry grabbed the front of Dennis' collar bringing him forward before slamming him back against his seat as he glared at him.

"What happened on the night of May 23rd 2017." Harry demanded in a low growl as Dennis let out a small squeak of fear, cowering back in his chair while I narrowed my eyes at him from behind, blocking his way if he tried to make a run for it.

"I don't even remember what I had for breakfast and you expect me to tell you a day that happened a decade ago?" Dennis flailed in his seat with a panicked expression as Harry and I continued to glare at him.

"The day I came over to your place for the first time and ate all of your damn weed cookies-"

"Oh yes, please say it louder for my boss to hear Nat-"

"What happened on that day?" Harry cut him off with impatience, still gripping hard onto the front of Dennis' dress shirt making him gulp and raise his hands up in surrender before he blinked slowly at us in confusion.

"Wait, you two really don't remember what happened?" He asked in shock, looking between the two of us in realization.

"That's why we're here." I snapped by his side, resting one hand on the chair behind him as he let out a breath.

"Alright alright, I'll tell you two everything that happened. One because I actually like you guys and two because security is taking long to come up here and kick your asses out so might as well." He shrugged in defeat before he cleared his throat.

"Did... did I really sleep with Cynthia?" Harry questioned him first as I went over to face Dennis as well.

"And did I... sleep with Aaron?" I asked afterwards, looking straight in Dennis' eyes as he made a face.

"No, no you two didn't." He confirmed my suspicions, my whole world seeming to spin at his words as Harry let go of his shirt in shock.

That meant...

Harry wasn't Talie's biological dad.

"So that means Talie and Haz aren't actually blood related, or related in anyway at all." I concluded, a wave of relief washing over me as Harry frowned slightly at my side.

"I'm not... Talie's father..." He trailed off in realization as we both looked over at Dennis.

"Here's what really happened..." Dennis began when he saw the paralyzed looks on both of our faces, getting comfortable in his chair again as he readjusted his now wrinkled salmon colored shirt before proceeding.

"So it all started with Nat being completely high from my batch of cookies, you know, moping about her ex-husband to the point where I advised her to just let it all out on my balcony..."

And the more I listened to Dennis talk, the more I began to remember what I had first thought was just a drug induced dream that day.

"I miss you Harry! I miss you so fucking much!" I yelled out on the balcony to no one in particular, cookie crumbs all over my face as Dennis watched me from inside.

"Let it out Nat-"

"Fucking miss your bitćh asś so much it hurts!" I screamed, almost tipping over the balcony, leaning forward on the railing until I heard a deep familiar voice yell my name from the bottom.

"Nat!?" A slurred british voice emenated from below the balcony I was on making me squint my eyes down to find a man looking up at me that looked just like my Harry.

Oh now wait a minute...

"Harry!?" I exclaimed with half opened eyes, sending him a dazed smile as he looked up at me, a half empty bottle of liquor in his hand.

"Nat!" He yelled back with a smile, dropping the glass bottle letting it smash to the floor at his feet before he brought his arms up, opening and closing his hands like he wanted to hug me as I did the same.

"Harry!"

"Nat!"

"Harry!"

"Nat....!!!"

"Are you guys okay?" Dennis asked, butting in.

"Pancakes!" I screamed at Harry.

"Waffles!" He countered back.

"Peanutbutter!" I smiled and pointed at him.

"Jelly!" He replied, snapping his fingers and pointing back at me.

"Pimps!"

"Hoes!"

"You two aren't even calling eachother's names anymore I'm-" Dennis began, muffling the rest of his sentence with his hand as he rubbed his face.

"You stay- stay up there Nat. I'm... I'm comin' for you." Harry slurred, swaying lightly and stumbling to the front of the apartment as I leaned forward on the railing more, frowning when I couldn't see his cute curly haired head anymore.

"We're in apartment 37!" I announced with a scream, cupping the sides of my mouth.

I almost fell in the process, laughing to myself as Dennis grabbed me before I could plummet, ushering my high aśs back inside as I stiffled my giggles.

"Chill man... chill..... my ex-husband who I haven't seen in two years is just comin' up hereee... no biggieee..." I shrugged, bringing my hands up in the air before placing my pointer finger over my pursed lips then trying to do the same to Dennis as he tried to stable me.

"I've got something to tell you." A deep raspy British voice said from outside of Dennis' apartment, making us both pause at the sound.

"Um... do I know you..." Another voice asked.

"We're in the next room over!" Dennis suddenly yelled at the front door as we heard a small "oh" out in the hallway.

Then someone knocked.

Dennis left my side, walking over and opening the door to find a red eyed drunken looking Harry swaying slightly at the entrance.

"I've got something to tell you." He repeated, pointing at me with a lazy look in his eyes as he slowly blinked at me.

"No, no, go away. You're not actually real... you're not real Harry..." I heard myself say, shaking my head in denial.

"I am real Harry," Harry protested in defiance, looking slightly offended and confused before he took a step closer.

"You're just a hallucination, you're dream Harry, I always see you because I always dream about you only to wake up sad because you are not real." I accused, narrowing my eyes at him before I placed my hands over his broad chest when he started to approach me, feeling his warmth and trying to push him away from me.

"No, bad dream, bad bad dream." I said with a shake of my head, knowing how much it hurt to wake up to find nothing would be real before dream Harry grabbed my wrists, making me release a small gasp at how real, how warm his skin felt against mine.

He then trailed his hands up to mine until our palms met, intwining our fingers together, his wedding ring still on his finger as I gazed at our intwined hands with a mixture of disbelief and amazement before looking up to find him already gazing down at me with those enticing green eyes.

"I'm real... and you have no idea how much I've missed you." Harry said under his breath, his gaze flickering down to my parted lips before he closed in, pressing his inviting mouth against mine as I made a pleased sound from the back of my throat, keening against his solid body while he gripped the back of my hair to keep me to him.

I remembered how I felt, just kissing Harry and being near him after two whole years.

I remembered the taste of liquor on his tongue and the way he carried me up so my legs coiled around his waist and we traveled to the closest room available.

And then I remembered-

"Yeah you guys ended up hardcore fucking, and I'm talking rabbit fucking in my roommate Aaron's room until you both got knocked out and fell asleep together on his bed. Naked may I add with no condom I'm guessing." Dennis said, raising his brows and pursing his lips in a suggestive manner as he looked between Harry and I.

"So that means... Haz was made when I was high and you were drunk?" I blinked at Harry who mirrored the same surprised and slightly amused expression I was wearing as well.

"But, I don't understand how Cynthia fits into all this- or how-"

Dennis raised his hand, cutting Harry's stuttering off with an attitude before he sighed.

"Um, I didn't finish. Let me finish thank you." Dennis said, flashing him a quick grin before clearing his throat again.

"Anyways, that night I had to stay up to catch up on some late work while you two were sleeping in the other room all drunk and whatever, and then all of a sudden British hunk here comes out butt naked half asleep saying he needs to use the loo. I was like what the fuck even is a loo?" He continued, throwing his hands up for emphasis.

"The bathroom." Harry and I both answered in unison, making Harry turn to me with a small proud smirk knowing that I had learned that term from him, raising his fist to me before we fist bumped and turned back to Dennis with serious expressions once again.

"Right...." Dennis trailed off, looking between us with a blank expression before he continued.

"Anywho Harry used the bathroom, butt naked may I add- like you were legit walking around my flat with no clothes -not that I was complaining. Then you got out and just stayed in one place in the middle of the hall for the longest time looking confused before you turned down the corridor and went into a different room. The wrong room, the room Nat was staying in was right next to it but I guess you were so drunk and sleepy you went into the room my cousin was sleepin' in." He shrugged, casually picking at his nails as Harry and I's jaws dropped.

"Cousin... as in..." I trailed off in disbelief, slowly piecing everything together as Dennis looked up from his hand.

"Duh, Cynthia of course." He scoffed as Harry and I let out shocked "what's" in unison, blinking down at Dennis with wide eyes before I snapped my head to Harry.

"Aaron came in afterwards, totally drunk after fighting with his two other girlfriends and crashed in his room without knowing you were in his bed. That man always slept naked too so I see why he would've thought you two had done something." Dennis informed, directing his gaze at me before I continued to stare at Harry.

"You were married to Cynthia for years and you didn't even know Dennis was her cousin?" I managed to question as Harry opened his mouth to say something, only to close it before he began wildly gesturing to him and Dennis with a shake of his showing he had no idea.

"How was I supposed to know? She barely ever talked about her family." He quickly defended as Dennis nodded.

"It's true. My cousin was always a bit strange. I'm actually the only relative who will tolerate her and we both hate eachother's guts." Dennis confessed, pausing to think for a moment before he nodded at us.

"The woman would and will do anything to get her name high in both status and wealth. Which explained why she made you think you and her had sex that night when she found you in her bed naked with no memory of the last twelve hours. I mean if I was in her situation I could see why she would take the opportunity to trick the son and possible heir of a multimillionare hotel chain into thinking she was holding his child." Dennis shrugged, giving her credit as Harry's breathing increased, his hands balling into tight fists at his side while I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Wait," I began, making Dennis turn to me with an expectant look as I tilted my head a bit in confusion.

"What do you mean, if you were in her situation..."

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I had walked so far off from my regular neighborhood I had no idea where I even was.

All I knew was one thing.

I was being followed.

Now that I wasn't freaking out so much and vomiting everywhere, I was more aware of my surroundings, my eyes subtly shifting behind me towards the black van that was getting closer and closer.

I told myself to stay calm as I increased my pace, my body going into a fight or flight response before I took off, making a run for it and actually hearing the van accelerate at the sight of me dashing away from it.

I saw the blur of black from my peripheral vision, speeding to me before the large vehicle screeched to an abrupt stop right in front of the end of the sidewalk where the crosswalk was in front of me making me almost slip in surprise as I tried to pick my feet up and back away, only for a large man to slide the door of the car open and grab me as I screamed.

"Help! Help!" I called out in alarm even though no one was around, desperately kicking and screeching in protest as the monster held tight onto my flailing body, tears of panic streaming down my face as I tried biting my attacker, scratching, kicking, anything I could do before I felt the cold metal touch my back.

"I wouldn't scream any louder if you know what's good for you." The man threatened in a low gravelly sickening voice, pushing the barrel of the gun he was holding closer to my stiff body making me inhale sharply, no longer kicking and screaming in fear of getting shot before he dragged me into the car, tossing my body in the back of the van.

I fell back against the metal flooring of the vehicle, catching a quick glimpse of my captor before he slid the door close leaving me in a pitiful black void.

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"You see," Dennis began, lowering his voice into a much more serious tone as he leaned forward to Harry and I.

"Cynthia was messing around with some no good crackhead at that time. A low life. A junkie. I kid you not that man was not right in the head and Cynthia knew fully well about that but I guess that didn't stop her from seeing him. She only ever stopped of course after she found out she was pregnant with his child, guess she realized how ashamed she was to be with that type of trash when she was now holding his baby." Dennis explained in a sympathetic tone as Harry blinked at him with an utterly pained expression, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes shifted around the room in disbelief before he opened his mouth to ask a question that I've been wanting to know as well.

"Do you know who exactly Talie's father is?"

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Sunken, pale, empty green eyes void of any emotion whatsoever with dry, brown unmanaged hair and ungroomed stubble were the features that stood out to me of my captor.

"Talie?" Another voice emenated through the dark, my eyes widening and my hands fumbling with my phone in surprise at the other presence that was with me in the back of this van as my eyes adjusted to the darkness around me.

"Cynthi- Mom?" I gasped, finding Cynthia pressed against the far corner of the small space as the car began to move, her whole body quivering as she hugged her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth slightly as I approached her.

"What- what's going on?" I asked as I checked my phone to call the police, cursing under my breath when I found out it was out of battery as my breathing increased when Cynthia gripped me into a tight protective hug.

"You didn't have to bring her into this!" Cynthia cried out, pressing my head to her heaving chest, feeling the erratic beating of her heart as she stroked my hair with a shaking hand, trying to comfort me when she was the one who was in more of panicked phrase as a small slot at the front slid open, revealing the front seat and kidnapper.

"On the contrary my dearly beloved, I have every right to the two of you." The man sneered, holding back a sickening snicker that gradually turned into full out border maniac laughter as he continued to drive.

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"God what was his name..." Dennis thought out loud, tapping his fingers against his chin as I suddenly felt something in the air.

There was something wrong.

Something definitely wasn't right but I couldn't tell what exactly, I could only feel it...

And it had something to do with the kids.

I saw the sudden expression on Harry's face besides me, as if he could feel the same aura before we turned back to Dennis who continued to list the names of Talie's father.

"Was it Nick? No, Brick.... Hmm... Nick, Brick, -oh wait! It was-"

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"Rick you don't have to do this!" Cynthia protested, her voice cracking before I pulled my head away, blinking at the man through the narrow slot as he rolled to a stop sign, catching my gaze in the rearview mirror before he slowly turned around to lock eyes with me, a gross sadistic, crazed-like grin slowly making its way to his face as he looked at me.

"We're finally going to be one big happy family... and no one will take you away from me.... ever again."

AN: Ha sike I don't fuck with incest. Nope. Leave that shit in those greek mythology tales. I can do demons, devils, possession but fuck incest lmao.

BUT BTW IF YOU LIKE DR. KIRK'S PERSONALITY AND CHARACTER THAT WAS A TEST.

HIS PERSONA IS GONNA BE HOW HARRY ACTS IN THE NEXT FANFIC IM WORKING ON CALLED UBER SO IM EXCITED FOR THAT.

Told you guys ya'll were in good hands.
The Big plot twist has not come up yet btw lmaooooo....