Adopted by Dan and Phil ((completed))

21. Memories

    "How do you feel?" She asks.
One summer, before my parents were killed, we were all on holiday in Devon when I was ten, camping in the woods. Whilst my parents were busy setting up the tent, I skipped off to explore the forest. Climbing one tree in particular, I slipped and fell a good two meters on my back. Luckily nothing was broken, but I'll never forget how I felt, lying in shock as I realised I couldn't breathe, gasping emptily with no sound, eyes watering.

   That's how I feel right now. I look down at my hands and see my disgusting nail beds. I chewed off every single nail while I sat in utter devastation. How can my father not recognise me.
I know it's not my fault. Phil tripped over and fell down the stairs and suffered a concussion, the nurse told me. But that won't stop my heart being pulled at like a piece of Play-Dough. I close my eyes and pretend not to notice the silent tears trickling down my cheeks.

"Who the hell are you?" Phil demanded, panic flushing onto his face.
"I'm... I'm your boyfriend." Dan said, wiping a tear.
"Boyfriend? I've never had a boyfriend in my life. And who's this little girl?" Phil asked, without any form of recognition at seeing his daughter.

"I'm your daughter, Amy"
"Daughter? I don't have a daughter, thank you very much."

That was when I lost it. Bawling my eyes out, I sprinted out of the room, catching a glimpse of Dan sinking to his knees in front of Phil's bed, shoulders shaking. I ran and ran, faces blurring, until I came across a small room with two sofas. One was taken. I sat in the other, and took shaky breaths, ignoring the other person.

"You okay?" I spun round and saw a girl, around my age. Blonde hair sat neatly on her shoulders and I gasped when I saw her blue eyes, exactly like Phil's eyes.

"Yeah..." I trailed off before I saw her face. She knew something was up.
"No, everything's not okay." I sighed.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm Jenny, by the way," she said, smiling kindly
"Amy," I replied, minus the smile.

"How do you feel? She asks. I open my eyes
"Terrible." I respond, exhaling so hard I can see my breath. I look into Jenny's blue eyes and see with a heavy heart that they are full of concern.
"Want to talk about it?"
I realise that I'll have to tell her that my father doesn't know who his boyfriend is, doesn't know who his daughter is. I break down, curling up on the sofa and crying, not caring in the slightest that Jenny will see me in this state.

Jenny suddenly stands up, and I presume she's going to walk out, clearly embarrassed. But no; she walks calmly over to my sofa and wraps her arms around me. I bury my head in her chest, finding it fits comfortably in her collarbone. She pulls me tighter, and we hug for a while, my tears dampening her grey shirt. We sit like that for a while, just embracing each other
  I take a shaky breath and pull back. Jenny smiles back at me and I realise just how much I needed that comfort. It was like the first time I hugged Dan.

Dan.

Dan!

What have I done? I need to find him.