Chloe's P.O.V.
As soon as those words leave her mouth my mouth is gaped open. I look at her wide eyed and then over to Shawn. All he does is send me a small smile. What the fuck is going on?
Me: What do you mean he is my brother?
Mom: Promise me that you'll just hear me out.
Me: Okay.
Mom: I was fourteen when I met your father. Well one night, we went to a party and me and your dad had unprotected sex. Nine months later I had Shawn. I was only fifteen at the time and we were too young to have a kid so I gave him up for adoption.
Me: Why didn't you tell me!
Mom: I never thought that I would never seem him again. Hunny you have to believe me.
Me: I just need some time.
Mom: Okay.
I grab my crutches and I head upstairs. I sit at my desk and I scroll through my phone. I see Harry's number and my eyes start to water. How could he have done that to me? I thought he loved me. I delete his number and I sit my phone down. Images from early play through my mind and I start to bawl. I need someone to talk to.
I pick up my phone again and I hover over my dads number and I decide to send him a text.
Me: Hey its Chloe.
Dad: Oh my god...are you okay??? I heard what happened.
Me: Yeah I have a broken rib and my left leg is broken in three places.
Dad: I'm so sorry to hear that Chloe. I hope you know that I'm sober now.
Me: Really? That's great!
Dad: Yeah I'm remarried and I have a twenty three year old step son named Luke.
Me: That's really cool. I wish I get to meet them some time.
Dad: Me too. I got to go. I'll text you later.
Me: Okay.
I sit my phone down and I rub my forehead. Why didn't my mom tell me he was sober? God I just got home...this is way too much!!! I get in my bed and I let out a deep breath. Tomorrow will be a better day.
