I slam the door open, ready to demand answers but realize the hall is empty. So I stomp up the stairs, and make my way to the Attic; knowing full well she'd be up there working on another dress.
I push the door open to reveal my Aunt's studio. Is she even my real Aunt?
Different shades of fabric are messily stacked in a shelf. Another holds sequins and buttons, A sewing machine sits at a desk. She sits at the other desk, staring at me wide-eyed, confusion swimming in her eyes.
"How could you?!" I demand. "How could you possibly hide the fact that I have siblings?! Triplets to be precise!"
Wondering how I confirmed this? Well, at Lunch, I decided to ask Sylvia and Sebastien where they were from and where their parents worked. And guess what? They said their parents were dead! And that they were from Lyon. That's the place I was born too! And we moved away at the same time, Sylvia and Sebastien said they moved!
Is it possible that your Aunt says she's hiding something huge, you meet two people who look exactly like you, their parents are dead, they share your birthday, and they were born at the same place you were; and this whole thing is just a huge coincidence? I think not.
The color drained from her face, as tears welled her eyes. "W-what do y-you know?"
"Oh I don't know," I mock thinking sarcastically, "The fact that I have siblings!"
"S-sweetie, you have to understand, the circumstances forced us to separate you three. We didn't want to. At first, I took care of you three with the help of a few people, b-but then, we were a-attacked. We realized, without your parents to protect you, it was best to keep you separate until you were sixteen. Y-you have to understand, I didn't have a choice, the council ordered it. I-I'm s–ss-so so-orry," She hiccupped, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Couldn't we have at least talked through the phone? Why was it so Forbidden?!"
"I c-can't tell you that.." She said, reaching out to me.
When her soft warm hand touched my cold cheek, I realized I wasn't just mad. I was sad, and scared, and felt betrayed. I flinched away.
"Why?" I whispered.
"It's how it works," Aunt Cassey said, her eyes reflecting her misery.
Sadness engulfed me, the fury with which I had stormed in, long gone. Slowly, I felt my eyes well up, but I couldn't bring myself to cry in front of Aunt Cassey. The person who hid something as big as siblings from me. The person who betrayed my trust. The one person, who I told all my worries to and cried to. Today, I was too scared to shed a tear before her...
"16 is when the tea is spilled at Darla," Aunt Cassey whispered softly. That means tomorrow.
I give her a small nod, before disappearing down the stairs.
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I stand, leaning my back on the door, tears pouring down my cheek.
Why? Why did she have to hide them? Why me? Why were they together? Did they know?
Questions came and went, as I wept. Questioning any memories of me and Cassey.
I hopelessly try wiping away the tears of betrayal. Trying to distract myself from my thoughts, I glance at the time. 5.30 pm. I left school at 3.45..
I scan my room, my eyes pausing at everything Cassey has given me. The anger washes over me once more, and I storm to my closet, and dump 5 pairs of clothing into my backpack. Then I grab my school bag and put all my books in.
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Ocean of Stories || A Collection Of Short-Stories
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