Not One In Eight

23. TheTruth

Sorry it's been on hold but I had writers block. So here is the next part. Hope you like it!

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You might not understand this, but I need to know him. I need to know who he was. How she met him. How she fell for him. Why she fell for him. What he did before. How he drank his cof............liquid.

I just want to understand my father. That's why I had to brave up the courage. To ask the one person I thought I'd never need help from. And trust me. I was not in need of her help when I was born.

I knock. Trying to stay out here forever and trying to savor never needing her help. But it didn't take long for one of my sisters, Snow, to answer the door. And when I saw her I realized what I had to do.

I hugged her.

I hugged her.

I hug-ged her.

I actually hugged her.

"I love you snowie." I said tearing up. I always thought my sisters thought they were better than me. But it was quite the opposite. They though that I, yes I, was better than them.

She stood unmoving. Her mouth dropping lower than Mr. Cupples pants. Wait, Mr. Cupples is too old to sagg. I meant Justin. (Mr. Cupples is my teacher and mentioned in Human Haters)

Then she hugged me back.

She cared.

"I love you too Em." She said buried her head into my hair.

And sobbed.

I stroked her hair and murmured to her, "If anyone was to replace me as captain, I always knew it'd be you. You're the strongest and smartest one of my sisters."

She looked up at me. And beamed. I smiled at her. Motioning her to come back. She had tears, happy ones, streaming down her tan face.

"And you are my favorite. But don't tell the others." I said putting my finger to my lips and shushed her. She did the same. When we were on better terms, that was our sign for a secret.

"So what brings you to our not-so-humble abode?" she asked and I smiled.

"I need to talk to Mom."

This seemed to dampen her mood a bit, "Are you considering the move. I mean, it would make Mom happy but the girls and I don't want to move again. We like it here."

"No, I need to discuss some things about Dad with Mom."

"You mean that he's vampire?" she whispered and with my now in tune vampire senses I picked it up.

"How did you know?" I asked horrified that the girls knew and I didn't.

"I saw him feed. He fed on everyone. Even Mom. But not you, he loved you. I was three. Mom told me not to tell the girls. And especially not you."

This was making me even more suspicious of everything. The lies. The way Dad treated me. The way he treated Mom. The way he was with my girls. Sorry about all the questions but I need to know.

"I am so sorry." And I really was.

"It's okay. Mom's upstairs in her study." Just to let you know her 'study' is a gym with a desk and computer. Yeah, I understand what you're thinking. Too training obsessed. I totally agree.

"See you Snowie."

"Bye Em." And I made my way upstairs.

I got to the beautifully crafted oak door. Sadly my mom thinks it's pine. Why, I'll never know. I knocked and suddenly the door was open and my mom was smiling her normal fake smile. She wasn't even looking at me.

"Sweetie, whatever you sister did, you two solve it. It's not my-" and then she looked at me. She was shocked. 'well of course she's surprised. She knows that I wouldn't come to her willingly' I thought to myself.

"Emmalie." She said softly and looked to me. She actually looked..................normal.

She looked more like a women her age. She had begs, not big ones but normal ones. Her skin didn't have the normal "glow" it normally had. She had age lines and her hair wasn't as perfect as it normally was.

Plus her clothes weren't as slutty.

"Hay mom." I said to her moving closer but not too much closer.

"I'm sorry I um embarrass you in front of your boyfriend. It's just that I want you to um get to know your father. I mean you'll get to know about his childhood and who he grew up as. Sorry I scared you." She told me looking down very guilty.

For wanting me to know my father. I don't think so. Scaring me. No way. But an unknown reason, like him being alive? Oh yeah.

"Mom, there's a reason I'm here, I need something."

"Obviously, you wouldn't come her willingly if anything other that, you need something. What do you need Sug?"

Told you so.

If you're wondering about the Sug (pronounced Sh-ug, like sugar) my mom used to call me that in public so that it'd look good. Trust me. The public ate it up.

"I want to know more about him."

She perked up, "Well then you should-"but I cut in Frustrated.

"No, I'm not leaving. I

"I want you to tell me about him. How you met him. Who he was. How you fell for him. Why you fell for him. What he did before." I looked at her pleadingly and, for some strange reason, I broke her. So she spilled. Everything. And almost every dirty detail. I had to stop her there.

TMI much?

"I was a young gymnast and model, he had seen me preform before, went to a couple competitions. When one day, after a shoot, he introduced himself. And he was gorgeous. The most beautiful person I had ever met. Until you. But any way I fell instantly in love with him. Then again who wouldn't?

"I mean he was smart, beyond handsome, an amazing athlete, and rich. I might have fallen even if I played for different team. He was so charismatic.

"He was so sweet too. Our first date we had a picnic in the woods, which was his favorite place. I rained shortly after we finished and we ran around and splashed in the puddles. It was probably the best date I'd ever had.

"We dated for three months before we eloped in Vegas. Then I got pregnant a few short months after and he was so supportive and sweet. Giving me little kisses and rubbing my back. Basically doing whatever was needed for me.

"Then you were born. The focus seemed to leave me and go to you. He didn't even stay for the rest to be born. He was so...... enamored by you. I then began to realized who his first priority was. You. I thought it'd fade, but it never did.

"You were the most important thing to him and I was jealous. When you were young, I tried to hate you. To spoil the others silly. To make you and your father jealous. But I couldn't hate you. Him, oh yeah. You, never.

"You had everything you father had time, well infinity. I guess I loved you, maybe not as much as him, but a lot. You were kind of my favorite." She told me more and more. And I realized something.

I love my mom.

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If you like this story. I have one that is a million times better. It is called Human haters. Check it out. It's fine if you don't. I just thought it'd be cool.