Found Sister

Breaking Down and Safe

      Chapter 13

What happened before:

"Woah, Tim calm down, I get it. But still, you know I can take care of myself and you know especially after sending the transfer emails, that I would never make you choose between your family or me." Tim looked a little saddened at that but still nodded. 

"Ok, now that's finished... let's talk about what is going on with you?" Tim concluded.

''So you know that today was my last day of school, so I went and got all my stuff from my locker and put it in bags. Now I couldn't carry all of them so I made a deal with Martino, saying that if he helped me carry them I'd buy him ice cream. He kept trying to talk to me and I behaved my usual way with strangers. When we arrived home and Bruce and Clara arrived, I sent them in and just as I was going in Martino told me something about my biological family.'' 

 I took a deep breath calming myself. 

''He announced that my biological father had married and had kids with her. I'm going to live with a bunch of boys and A woman, who is my stepmother.'' 

Tim was shocked, to say the least, and gave me a quick hug before he asked ''Was that really all?''  I defeatedly sighed, of course, he'd notice, after all, nobody knew me as well as he did. 

'*You know when I got that phone call?'' 

He nodded 

''Well, it seems like Mom and Dravik both had wills and Dravik embezzled a certain amount from the will, which was supposed to be for me.''

Tim was furious but kept his anger in check ''But in his will, it stated that I get everything''

Instantly he looked gobsmacked. 'What-how-why would that fuc-'' 

''Ah, ah, ah not going to let you cuss for just that. So I knew he wanted to renew it but he never did, meaning at one time in his life, he actually wanted for me to have everything he owned. The date on the will was damaged and will probably need some restoration work to get back.... and....'' 

''And?''   he urged furrowing his eyebrows. 

His confusion and concern at something else being the matter showing. Looking ashamed at the floor I said ''I forgot about Bruce, I forgot to ask what would happen to him'' 

Even admitting this was like a punch to my gut. What does my forgetting about him even say about me? A horrible, selfish and undeserving women. He seemed shocked for a second before he wore a sympathetic look and hugged me tightly as if to chase my pain away and whispered 

''It's okay to sometimes forget, you are, after all, only a 17-year-old teenager. Especially after today, it's ok.'' 

As he said those words the dam in me broke, and all the tears I was trying to keep in, were flooding out, leaving a sobbing mess in his arms. I didn't know whether I was crying because of my guilt or because of all the things that happened today. I relinquished in his comfort and tried to stop thinking. My current emotions needed to be expressed and my mind would only worsen my crying. Thinking when one is having a breakdown usually only ends up in longer breakdowns. A thing the past has shown clearly.