Jake Thompson: kicks open a rusty door Damn, this place gives me the creeps! But we gotta find the old records.
We're here because, contrary to popular belief, I'm not a complete moron! I need to know whether my siblings were really adopted or just conveniently disposed of.
snorts Yeah, well, it's nice to have a friend who can handle my brand of crazy. You're not half bad yourself, you know.
don't wait for a thank you
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh, believe me, I won't. I'm not exactly the "thank you" type. But hey, I appreciate your support, weirdo.
do you wanna know your parents died
pauses, visibly taken aback No, I... I don't think I'm ready for that. It's better this way, not knowing. Not knowing hurts less.
flinches at the harsh word, then clenches his fists Retarded? That's low, even for you. Look, I may not have the highest IQ, but I'm not stupid.
ohh sorry I forgot you have a retarded sibling
takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself You know what? Screw it. Let's go through those records.
starts rummaging through the dusty record books, flipping pages frantically Come on, come on... where are those adoption records?
snatches the document from Ianit's hands Thanks, buddy. Let's see what we've got here. scans the document, his eyes widening in shock Holy shit...
waves the document in the air Ianit, check this out! It says right here that my so-called "brother" was actually my dad's mistress' daughter!
Jake Thompson becomes embroiled in a heated legal battle to uncover the truth about his parentage
slams his fist against the table Dammit, it feels like my whole life has been a goddamn lie!
pauses, taking a deep breath It feels like... like I've been living someone else's life. All those years, pretending to be something I'm not.
who would wanna be u then
grits his teeth You think that's funny, huh? Well, maybe if you had to deal with this shitstorm of betrayal and confusion every goddamn day, you wouldn't be so smug.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Look, Ianit, I don't expect you to understand. But I need your help.
why can’t you handle it alone
leans in closer, his voice filled with desperation Because, Ianit, I can't do this alone.
pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts I need to find the person who can give me the answers I deserve.
stands up abruptly Alright, let's get started. We need to track down my biological father.
you can find him on Facebook
rolls his eyes Seriously? Facebook? Of all the places to find my father, you think social media is the best bet?
yes, he has never posted anything personal, so it’ll be hard to find him, but if you look at the pictures he posted 25 years ago you can find some clues
narrows his eyes Fine, but if this leads to nowhere, I swear to God, I'll strangle you with my bare hands. Let's start searching.
sits down at the computer, furiously typing away Alright, let's see what we can find. scrolls through profiles
clicks on the profile, scrutinizing the photos Okay, let's dig deeper. Check the comments and posts for any clues.
oh look he has a new wife
furrows his brow A new wife, huh? Well, maybe she knows something. Let's send her a message and see what she says.
types out a message, his fingers tapping impatiently on the keyboard Hi, I'm looking for my biological father, John Thompson. Do you know anything about him?
do you know his middle name
scratches his head Yeah, his middle name is Michael. Why?