She was the girl I use to bully. That was until she captured my heart.
Still relevantly new in a relationship, I can't keep my hands off of her. My Red was addicting. Forever addicting.
Now, we're in college with a imperial distance between us.
No...
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Closing the door, I make my way down the hall and past the nurse desks on this floor. My strides are quick. I wanted to be out of this building as fast as possible.
This was unbelievable.
I couldn't believe this.
Was she really his daughter? No, this had to be a joke. It had to be.
My father couldn't have another daughter.
As if my day couldn't get any worse, I round the corner, instantly coming face to face with Shanice. Her hair was set perfectly in a high bun and she wore her work attire. I take in the four-cup tray that consists of four coffees in her hand.
"Genevieve?" She pauses at the sight of me. "You're here."
A muscle tightens in my jaw at the surprise in her voice. Of course, I was here but after this visit, I wish I had never come here.
My father was a liar. What else was he keeping from me?
"I was just leaving." I stepped to the side but stopped as I got another look at the coffee. "I'm not sure if that is healthy for my dad."
Just saying the term 'dad' made my heart crack.
"This is not for him." I don't miss the hesitation as she continues. "Your mother is stopping by soon, as are a couple of friends from work."
Something about her words told me that it was a lie.
"Funny," I hum humorlessly. "I just saw a good friend of his a second ago. Mira seems nice."
The look Shanice makes clearly states that she is uncomfortable. She shifts on her feet uncomfortably. She knows something. It's on her face and she's going to break.
"Shamira is a lovely girl," she says, clearing her throat. "Your dad has helped her with her law career."
Shamira?
Law career?
"Are you serious?" Not only was she hiding something but my father got exactly what he wanted that he never got from me.
A kid with a high-ranking career.
An unsettling feeling overwhelms my stomach.
"Genevieve?" She steps close to me. "You're pale. Let's go sit."
"No," I rubbed at my chest, feeling the ache between my breastbone. I need to get out of here. "How do you know her?"
She appears uncertain about how to answer, but before she can say anything more, someone interrupts.
"I can't believe this," My back tenses at the familiar voice of the woman who is my supposedly estranged sister. "Mom, you won't believe..." her voice trails at the sight of me
Mom? Shanice is her mother. That meant...oh god.
My eyes flickered between the two of them and it was then that my mind was allowing awareness and seeing just how similar they are to one another.
