Lost - A Greyson Chance Love Story

Chapter 24

     "Daniela..." I whispered, not knowing what to say. I have so much thoughts inside my head but I don't know what to say in real life. This is unbelievable. Never in my life that I thought about my little sister, still alive and breathing. 

     I sank onto my knees and cried. In the moment, I wanted to run towards Daniela and give her a hug. Stella, the girl I thought I lost years ago is here. She is just here all along. 

     I was laughing and sobbing at the same time; not sure about what I feel. Am I angry? Am I mad? Crazy, for sure. But why did mom and dad hide this to me? She is my sister after all. I have all the rights to know. 

     "Mom, why didn't you tell this to me a long time ago?" I asked, wiping the tears on my eyes. My voice was shaky, quite hard to understand. But I didn't mind at all. 

     "Let's put everything in a nutshell so you could understand," she said.

     "Yes, that would be lovelier," I said in my most sarcastic tone.

     "Stella is not my daughter. She is your father's daughter with another woman which happens to be George's wife, Sandra." she explained carefully.

     My mom knows George. My mom knows his wife. My father had an affair with another woman. These sound so crazy to me. I'm not prepared for all of these confrontations. I thought that my family supported Daniela just because George worked for my grandfather. 

     "Sandra was a flight attendant and basically the bread winner of their family. George has been working for your grandpa since forever. And Stella has been with us from the moment Sandra gave birth," she continued.

     My brain slowly absorbed everything. It was hard for me to understand all that my mom was saying to me but I tried and tried to put it all inside my head.

     "But what about dad? Did he admit his mistake?" I asked.

     "He did. And I forgave him wholeheartedly. After Sandra gave birth, your father took Stella away from them because he wanted to give her everything she needed and wanted. The Farleys didn't insist because they can't afford having a child at the moment. Plus, George hated Stella because she's not his child," she said.

     "And it was okay to you? I mean, to keep Stella?" 

     "Yes. I wanted her. I wanted another child so I agreed about letting her stay with us," she answered. I never thought that my mom was that nice. "You were 11 months old when Stella was born. You didn't know a thing. Like, one day, there came a baby and we said that she's your sister and you got along together so well. So well that we didn't want to build a barrier between the two of you by saying the truth that you're only half-sisters," she continued. 

     I breathed deeply like I was running out of air. "What about the leukemia thing?" I asked, hungry for more information.

     "She survived. And George took her away from us. And--"

     "And you told me that she died? You made me believe that she's gone?! That's so ridiculous! All of you are so pathetic. This conversation is going nowhere anymore. I'm so mad at you all," I said while bawling. I lied on my bed and hugged a pillow so tight to ease my anger. I was sweating so hard though I can feel the wind entering my room from the window. The cool air was brushing through my body but I was numb. I felt nothing. I was hurt. My whole family lied to me like that certain stuff is nothing to them. I don't wanna hear their reasons anymore. I'm so done about all the shit that's happening in my life. I've had enough.

     I cut the call immediately and threw my phone flying to my desk. I stood up and closed the door of my room and rushed to my bathroom. I took off my clothes gently, more like laziness was hitting me but I managed to do it anyway.