Bleeding Hearts (Sophia Toretto Sequel)

Six

"When were you even going to tell me?"

Olive's voice was cold. She was just numb. There were so many things she was feeling all at once to the point where her body couldn't figure out which one to feel first. At the end, She just couldn't feel anything.

Letty felt like somebody poured a bucket of ice cold water on her. She knew. How? It didn't really matter to her the way Olive found about her parentage, it pissed her off that it didn't came from them. They were the ones who were supposed to tell her. She deserved to hear it from them.

The wet papers were easily torn apart by Olive's closed fist. They turned into a tiny ball and she let it fall on the floor.

" Were you even going to tell me?"

There were only a few number of times in Dom's action-filled life where he felt an actual fear crept up inside of him. This was one of them. Olive was calm. Too calm, for his liking. He expected her to be screaming at them at this point, maybe even hitting him with her small fists and he would have gladly let her do so. But this, this was wrong. Her tone was cold and her eyes dead empty. He didn't know what she was going to do next. And it scared the shit out of him. After all, land-filled mines are more dangerous than a grenade thrown right in front of you. At least with the grenade you know you've met your end than wondering wether the next step you take will be your last.

"Brian, go take Mia and Jack upstairs." He instructed the man still on the dinner table.

They had to do this on their own.

"Olive-" Mia tried to touch Olive's arm as she passed her on the way to the stairs. Olive quickly dodged her hand before it made contact with her. "Just listen to them, okay?Give them a chance."

Olive kept her jaw locked in place in effort to keep herself from snapping back at Mia. Her business isn't with her. Instead she gave her a good glare.

" Let's go." Brian snaked his hand around his girlfriend's friend waist, the other one holding their son, and guided them both to their bedroom. He tried to give Dom an encouraging look but his eyes were fixed on his own daughter.

" Olive, I swear we were going to tell you, okay? I was going to tell you myself I just- I just couldn't find the right time." Letty quickly said once they hear Mia and Brian's bedroom door closed shut. She didn't know how much time they had until Olive stopped listening to them. She was aware of the fact that Olive's attention span when she's upset was incredibly short. If the circumstances were different Letty would probably laugh at that knowing that Olive got that from her.

"I've been here half a year. What do you mean you didn't have time? That's a lot of time." Olive's voice was almost monotone. She couldn't think straight. Her head was spinning. Was it from shock? Or from the cold? Which one it is she couldn't figure it out. It was all too much for her to take in. She didn't even know what she was doing when she went to the house. Or what she wanted from them. Does it really matter why it took them so long to tell her? Was that really the reason she went there? Is it really that important? More important than the fact that her dead parents didn't tell her she wasn't theirs? Or that her very much alive grandparents decided to jump into the wagon too? How is it she was learning her life has been a lie just now? Why-How is this happening to her? This can't be happe-

" Olive, take the towel." Letty broke her chain of thoughts. She looked up at her wide eyed. She felt her lungs burning for oxygen. She forgot to breathe for a moment.

" Take it." Her voice was stern as she held out the towel. Olive didn't realize she was uncontrollably shivering.

"When did you know?" She asked, looking straight at Dom.