I was walking in the hallway holding my DNA test, I was looking for someone till I found him talking with Daniel. "Sir" "Oh Sean, what do you need" "We need to talk" "Sure, what do you want to talk about" I looked at Daniel and he was glaring at me. "In private" I took his hand and we walked inside the principals office.

"What do you want to talk about" I locked the door, "Sir Michael" I slammed the papers on the table "Explain all of it" he opened it. "What is this" "Read it" "Daniel Orten, age 18, blood type AB". "My son's information is wrong on this paper" "It's because it's not his, it's mine".

Flashback to Michael's past

It's been 2 months since Julia gave birth to our first child and things have gotten hard for us. We've became distant, she became egoistic, and it feels like she doesn't love me anymore. I got out of work which is being an english Teacher at school and got in the car immediately.

When I got home, Julia was angry. "I can't fucking take it anymore. We're gonna be broke, we spent all our money on our child and he's driving me crazy". "You can't be mad just for a child" "Mike we are going broke, the only way we can save our money is if we give our child" I was shock when I heard her words. "You need to be insane to do that" "I won't, that's why you will. What is it Mike, me or the child"

I was in the car driving to the nearest foster care, I was crying my eyes out for making my decision. Julia just knows how to lower me down till I follow her commands. When I parked I got out of the car raining taking the child and placing him on the door. He started crying and I felt even more guilty "I'm sorry Danny" I ran to the car placing my head on the driving wheel

End

Daniel's POV (Sean)

I heard his story and the first thing I said is “Hmm” and slapped him across the face. I slammed my hands on the table crying my eyes out. “Do you know what hell I’ve been for the past 18 years” “It was harder for me than it was for you”.

“Harder for you, d-did you slept on the streets when you lost your job” he looked down. “Where you abused by the people who were supposed to take care of you. Did you spend your summer doing nothing but work for 24/7 every fucking year. Or did you learned your name until you turned 18” he didn’t respond. “That’s what I fucking thought” I got out and I saw Daniel blocking me.

“Brother”