Chapter Twenty

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A couple of days after finding out I have a stepbrother that no one told me about, I decided to keep that secret to myself. But Trey knows about it.

I laid on my bed, covering my entire body with blankets. I feel so sick to my stomach and I have a huge headache that it feels like a hangover.

I didn't check my phone for the past two days, nor communicate with anyone besides my parents. They still don't know that I found out about Nate and I want to scream it out to them.

Why didn't they want me to know?

This headache is getting worse by the minute, and I'm thinking about everything. I heard a knock on my door and someone opened it.

"Jaz, aren't you going to school? It's six am." My mom had her work scrubs on. She comes near me and checked my forehead. "You're hot."

Her hands were warm, and it was comfortable. Most of my body was shivering.

"You're not going to school today." Thank you, Mom. I needed a break.

I nodded to her and shut my eyes. But my stomach started to hurt. I got up quickly from my bed and went straight to the bathroom.

***

I don't even know the time for right now, but I feel a bit better. I just remembered Dad gave me tea, pills, and some oil on my head when he got home from work. That oil is a lifesaver for me when my head is burning.

I heard a knock on the door and I saw Dad with his work clothes on. Now I know the time.

"Jaz, you feeling better?" He asked.

"A little bit," I answered softly.

He put my phone next to me. "If you or your mom calls, your phone is right there. Are you hungry?"

"I'm good, just tired."

"Okay, feel better." He kissed my forehead. "Oh and someone's here to see you." He left and came back a minute later with Sophie.

I gave both of them confused looks. "Um ..."

"She demanded she wanted to see you," Dad said. "So, what the hell?"

"Got it," I say.

"Alright, I'm going to work. Bye, Jaz and Jaz's friend." He walked out of my bedroom and I hear his steps.

"So how you feeling?" Sophie asked me, when she pulls up a chair to sit next to me.

"A little bit better than this morning. I can talk now and still a little bit drowsy because of the NyQuil."

"Aw. Feel better."

"Isn't it like two? Why aren't you in school?"

"I left after fifth period. It was too boring."

"Wow, Soph. I didn't know you were a rebel."

"I know, thank you very much. I didn't know where you live until I'd asked Trey."

That name.

"Oh."

"Why are you still mad at him?" She asked. "He didn't do anything wrong."

"He'd never told me that he has feelings for me." I paused and thought of something.

Flashback (Five years ago):

"Come here." He came closer to me and hugged me tightly. His hug is so warm and I feel safe. I feel protected.

He looked at me. "You're so pretty."

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