Letters

Chapter 13

The sun shining through the window woke me up. I barely could open my eyes, sunrise always seems brighter somehow, it may just be because I've just woken up maybe.

Frida was still sleeping, with her back to me. I tried falling asleep again, but I couldn't. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was only seven in the morning.

I carefully got up, trying not to wake her. I put on some shorts and walked downstairs to get coffee. Mom and dad were already up, I wasn't even surprised.

"Good morning." they both said and smiled, I said the same back to them, giving them too a soft smile. My mom told me there's still coffee in the pot. As I poured myself some coffee, they asked me how was last night after the older people left, I just said nothing much. Even though something huge happened.

"Oh, Björn stopped by, he said he'd be back in the morning and give you your gift." I said, putting a little bit of milk in my coffee.

"Who's Björn?" Mom looked at me confused. Right, I only had told dad over the phone I have a boyfriend.

"Her boyfriend." Dad answered and smiled.

"How do you know?" she looked at him, squinting her eyes. He shrugged his shoulders, he knew she'd give me attitude for the rest of the day if she'd find out I told him and not her.

"I just guessed." dad simply said. I nodded sitting down at the table.

"Who's the other person staying here? In Mona's room."

"I don't know if you've met her, Anne."

"Oh, yeah, I've met her." I said, taking a sip of my coffee. I wish I didn't, she seemed... I don't know.

"Why did she even stay here?"

"She's... Your half sister." My mom said.

I was completely confused, "My what?!"

Is that why she wanted to talk to me so much and asked me all sorts of questions? Does she know I'm her half sister? But all those other questions aside, from where the fuck did she appear? Did my dad cheat? Or mom? No, it couldn't have been mom, Anne and I are close in age and I would remember my mom being pregnant, probably.

"Dad you cheated?" I looked at him, it was unbelievable. He looks down ashamed. Mom started explaining how much he's apologized for it, and that now that he's made their relationship right, he wants to make his and Anne's relationship right. She said dad was sad that Anne had to grow up without a father. I kind of understood it.

My mom was talking about Anne's mother, but Frida came downstairs, she immediately stopped. Mom probably didn't want her to know what husband she has...

Frida said good morning to us and poured herself a coffee. She asked if I was gonna go upstairs with her, I took my cup off coffee and we went back to my room.

"I heard you were talking, what about?"

"Remember Anne?"

"Mhm." Frida answered as she sipped the coffee.

"She's my half sister." I said and Frida almost spit out the coffee. She had no idea what to say, I didn't know either.

"Who cheated?" Frida asked with a sad look, she must've known that I was probably crushed to find out he cheated.

"Dad."

She put the cup down and hugged me, "Well, that's all in the past, he has probably changed." Frida said and smiled, afterwards kissing my forehead. I wasn't able to hold back and kissed her on the lips. I carefully put down the cup off coffee without pulling away from Frida. She pulled me a little closer by my side, making the kiss deeper.

There was a knock on the door and I had never broken a kiss quicker. My mom came in, announcing that Björn is downstairs, he had said he has to hurry, but wants to see me.

I told Frida I'd be back quick. I went down, said hi to him, talked a little and he left.

When I got back to the room Frida looked kind of sad again. She was lying down and staring at the ceiling.

"Are you..." I was about to ask if she was okay.

"How long will you be with him?" she cut me off, turning her head to look at me.

"Until I figure out how to tell my parents about us..." I took a few steps toward her.

"And when will that be?"

"I don't know"

"It just makes me... Angry... And a bit sad." Frida said, turning her head back the ceiling.

"Well, how do you think it makes me feel that you're married?" I asked coldly, she was trying to make me feel bad for dating Björn because I'm not comfortable telling my parents about my sexuality while being married herself?!

She didn't answer me and I didn't want to say anything else. I gathered my clothes and went to the bathroom to change. I quickly washed my face, brushed my teeth and changed.

When I had gotten back to my room Frida was still lying there.

"I'm going home." I informed and gathered the very little amount of stuff I had there.

"Wait... I'm sorry, I know our relationship is a difficult topic for you and you're scared of what your parents will think of you... I was only thinking about myself at that moment, but whenever I see him with you I want...  I want to choke him until he dies just when he talks to you, when he kisses you I want to skin him alive, when he touched I'd gladly cut his hands off... I just get so... Jealous."

Her saying that made me feel a little sad. I sat down next to her, "Well, when he touches me, kisses me, it means nothing to me, but when you kiss me or touch me, I feel like I'm in heaven." I smiled and kissed her.

"Thanks." she said with tears in her eyes.

"Can you wait for me? I'll get ready too and we'll leave together." Frida asked and I nodded. While Frida was getting ready Anne came into my room.

I looked at her kind of weird, I think she knew I knew.

"Good morning," Anne smiled and sat down next to me, "You're leaving already?"

"Yeah... It's a three hour ride to Stockholm."

"Right... Well, bye then." She smiled again and got up, leaving me alone.

After a bit Frida came in the room, with a weird look, "Why did Anne just say that you have a thing for me?" she laughed.

"Because I do," I chuckled, "She saw me looking at you during the day yesterday, and I don't know what else would make her think that."

We talked about Anne for a bit more, then said goodbye to everyone and left.

I was driving infront of her, I from time to time looked in the mirror, seeing her car made me somewhat happy. It made me smile.

And being with her had made me somewhat happy too, if not more.