Skelitons in the closet part two

Okay, I left off calling Coleman and idiot.
I'll spear you the rest of the that conversation and just cut to the reason why I got so mad.

My father was a jerk. He stayed for my sister, who is quite older then me, and shortly after I was born he left.
He stayed around for a while, but when I came along..so did the abuse.
He beat my mom, and my sister.
He had to stay up with me one night and I was only a few months old, sick with something.
I wouldn't stop crying, so he put me in a cardboard box (in the middle of winter) and left me outside at the end of the drive way.
Mom says she woke up that morning looking for me, until she heard a baby crying out side- which is where she found me.
Good times, good times.

So, my dad's family was no better.
His parents are jerks, I hate them.
His sister can go play in trafic- I have no use for her. We can't look at each other without trying kill one an other.
His brother- the one Coleman found, I've never met.
I've heard of him, but I've never seen him.
Mom say's he's the best one in that whole damn family, but if he was good, then why couldn't he keep a better eye on his borther?

Yeah, so I'm not looking forward to this.
What makes it worse, is that Greg learned my chilhood sob story in a way that I didn't plan on.
But oh well.

When everyone left my room for a while to let me cool off, I asked Scott if she'd go to my office and get my keyboard (portable piano) I needed to calm down, and music is my outlet.

She brought it to me, and I began to play "Ka-Ching" by Shina Twain, no normally I don't like that type of music (i.e country) but this is such a good song, and it makes a point.
How people have become greedy, with money and spending habits.
But it has such a nice melody.. I just love it.

My eyes closed and I let the song I played fill me.
I sung the lyrics (yes- I can sing too, I get that from my mother)
And Scott stayed with me, I could feel her preanse... she just stayed with me, lisitng to me play and sing.

I was about half way through the song when the other sound I heard was the "whoosh" of the door to my room.
I ignored it.
I didn't stop playing, or singing, and just kept my eyes closed.
I wasn't ready yet to deal with them, and I knew they wouldn't interupt me.
When I'm in my zone, no one bothers me.

I could feel their eyes on me, I could tell they were watching me.
I could feel Greg in the room, I can't explane how that works.
It's like, I can just tell it's him, as if I'm just tuned to him.
When I enter a buliding, and if he's there, I can feel his preanse around me, it's an odd thing.
I let that feeling fill me up as well.
I saw his face behind my closed eyes, and that made me smile through the song.

Like most good thing, my distraction ended.
I sighed, that goofy love-struck smile was still on my face.
I opened my eyes, and looked at people standing in my room.

Greg was leaning agianst the wall, Chris was on his left, and Coleman at his right.
My mother and random stranger (who I assumed to be my unkown uncle) were at the foot of my bed.

The man was tall, broad shouldered, with sharp facial features.
His hair was black, and somewhat long. It curled behind his ears.
He wore a t-shirt and black dress pants.
His eyes were hazel....I had his eyes.

"She play's like her father." He said softly.
My eyes narrowed at him. "And what your name?" I asked.
He looked uncomfortable, tense. His eyes hardened a bit and he sighed.
"Nathan." he grinned a little. " I know you don't know me, but your mother has kept me informed about you, Shannon. Or should I say Dr. Brennan?"
"Does it matter?" I retorted.
He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really."
I grunted at him.

My mother sat on the end of my bed, and told me of how she kept telling him of me because he was the only one who cared.
He just never got invloved with me becasue he was afride that it would bother me, and so on.

After that little bit was out of the it was time to get down to business.
"So, Nathan" Greg began, and he walked over to my side and took my hand.
My hreat rased a bit as he did, even the slightest touch from him made me feel all fuzzy inside.
It's werid, but I like it.

"What do you think, do we do the surgery or not?" He looked into Nathan's eyes.
Nathan shrugged again. "Pros and cons?"
"Wait, wait." I blurted out. "Who's doing this procedure anyway. I know it's wont be you" I looked Greg in the eye. "Your to emotionally attached, and that when mistakes get made." I used his logic agianst him with a grin.

"You pick who you want" Greg said softly.
I nodded and looked at Coleman. "Fine then, he's doing it"
"Me? Why me?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Because, you like me enough not to kill me or mess up like some of these guys would, spiteful little bastards they are. AND you're scared enough of me I know you wont mess up, cause then I'd have to kill you." I added with a grin.
"Well when you put it like that, then sure!" his fake enthusiasim was great.

"Okay!" Greg said again. "Nathan wanted to know the pros and cons. Well here they are.
Pro - you might be able to use the leg again.
Pro- even if you don't, you'll heal better and less chance of infection.
Con- It'll be painful
Con- If something goes wrong the side effects could be worse then the injury it's self."

"Riiiight." Nathan said. "I think we should try it."
Greg looked down at me. "Not that your oppiuon matters, but what do you think?"
"Well....if you were doing the surgery for me, and I said no, would you knock me out and do it anyway?" I asked him.
He smiled a bit and nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."
"Well then, I'm game. Sounds like a good time."
"Good choice" he chuckled and kissed me.


Well surgery for me bright and early tomrrow morning- goody.
So until then I'm just going to play on my keyboard and try not to kill anyone, should be fun.