<em>This is a private roleplay between Silverroses2009 and I, CrimsonxKisses, so I do ask ahead of time that you that you do not post in this thread. Thank you for having the courtesy to abide by my wishes.</em><br/><br/>Auden placed slender, lightly tanned fingers on the edge of the car door handle, pausing noticeably before opening it. Was he really going to go through with this foolish thing (at least as he considered it)? Knowing him, probably yes. When a life changing opportunity makes its mark on you, you rarely ever turn it down. Ever since his father had told him he'd had a sister, things changed; knowing that atop all of that, he was deceived, was a truly horrible feeling. It hurt to know his father would keep something that serious from him, and it hurt to know his mother didn't tell him first, or at least leave a letter of some sort. It was cancer that killed her; cancer that ripped her from him so cruelly. The way he thought about his father had changed drastically, he was being in disguise -- and intent on staying that way. He was a horrible, awful...<br/><br/>Auden was abruptly cut off from his thoughts as his car skidded to a halt, seeing as he felt himself bump into another person's automobile. Had he so quickly started the engine, and put it into reverse, while his mind was wandering so? Apparently! Thankfully, no damage had been made to the shiny, black BMW ahead of him. "Thank God for that..." Auden sighs, voice almost a whisper as he put the car in drive and headed to his destination. The thought was so odd in his mind: his sister, Rebecca. His<em>half</em>-sister, to be exact, seeing as his father had impregnated some 'other' woman while he was with his mother. He'd said they were broken up at the time, but Auden himself knew that was a complete, utter bullshit. His thoughts were clouded with all these different things, but somehow, he seemed to make his way to her house through the distraction of it all. Seventy-nine Paul's street. 'That's an odd name for a street...' he thought...<br/><br/>The car was now parked. He removed the keys from the ignition, slowly, carefully. "There's no turning back." His voice was raspy, cold sounding, almost harsh, but this was how Auden was sometimes, for he had to be if he wanted to push himself forward. And those knocks, the "tap, tap, tap" of his knuckle hitting the cool wood of<em>her</em>door scared the life out of him.