Better Than Any Ride

Chapter 6

I stomped up the stairs and slammed my door shut. I couldn't believe him. I grabbed my duffel bag and started throwing in random clothes and things I would need before the movers would get there. Then I went on to packing my suitcase and did the same. Before I closed my suitcase I walked over to my closet and reached in the back for a box that I knew I wasn't willing to trust anyone else with. I shoved it into my suitcase and zipped it up. I looked around my almost empty room and felt an overwhelming sadness come over me. I walked down the stairs one last time and passed my dad in the kitchen. "Let's go." I mumbled as I walked out the door. My dad rushed out the door falling in step beside me. "Okay, then." He said softly under his breath. I stuck my stuff in the back of his truck and hopped in the front seat. He looked at me and then started the engine. We slowly backed out and started to pull away from the only home I had ever known. "Wait." I said suddenly as I unbuckled and opened my door. "What? What is it?" "I uh forgot something." I said before I ran back to the house and up the stairs again. I ran straight to what was Anna's room and grabbed the one thing I knew Anna would have never left behind. Her horse figurine. I looked around the room quickly and then I ran back to the truck with the horse in my hand. I jumped in and sat staring at the small horse in my hand as we pulled away. Samburg, Tennessee here I come.

******1 hour later******

We sat silent in the truck. We hadn't said a word to each other since we left. And I wanted to know what was so bad that they had to hide the truth from me. "What did you mean by I wasn't her daughter, but I was your's?" I barely whispered. And when I did, I heard him take in a deep breath. "Vanesa isn't your mother. We weren't together yet. But we had been together before." "So she's not my mother?" I said shocked at what he had said. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter when I asked him. "No." "Oh my god. Yes!" I squealed. "But wait does that mean Anna and I weren't sisters?" I said with sadness of this revelation. "No. You were both twins but you were born a day before Anna because you were born at eleven fifty-six. Anna was born at twelve o two." "Why didn't you tell me?" "We were meant to tell you the year Anna dide but we thought that would be to much for you." "Oh." I said quietly. Anna didn't know. She never would. She died without knowing just how close we were. She died without the slightest clue that we were more than sisters. We were twins. "There's something else you should know." "What?" I said nervously. Meeting my eyes with his for the first time that night. "You have a half brother." "Let me guess." "Yes. Vanesa." He said looking forward away from me. "Great."