Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Nineteen

"My father what?..." I ask blankly staring at my aunt.

"Your mother dated this guy and got pregnant with you. But something happened between them and then she met James. Your real father lives in Savannah, Georgia." My aunt said and not only was I confused, but I was shocked.

I also couldn't believe my aunt, she isn't right. She couldn't be right. Why hasn't anyone told me this?

"You're wrong. I knew my father my whole life, he had raised me since I was born. No one else but him has the right to be called my father." I say calmly but right now my head is spinning.

My whole life my parents kept the truth away from me. Then again it was probably better that way, letting me believe that they were both my biological parents.

But I remember my father, he was a good man and always cared for me. He treated me as his own kid, actually I was his own kid. I still am my father's child and always will be because he introduced me to the world when I wasn't even his biological daughter. But then again... What if he didn't even know I wasn't really his biological daughter?

What if my mother told us both lies?

I know nothing, I whispered under my breath. The only person who can tell me the story is my second father who lives in Savannah. I needed answers.

"He knows who I am?" I ask my Aunt Marilyn carefully but she just shrugs her shoulders.

"I don't know, that's literally all I know. I always let your mother do her own thing. She always knew how to protect her family, yet her own family killed her." My aunt said as she narrowed her eyes at me.

Did she really just cast the blame for my parents' deaths back on me?

Like knowing this new information wasn't already enough?

I should've known that my aunt still despised me, I mean after Maine I knew she would never treat me the same. She was blinded by her own mind, she doesn't let her own heart dictate what she thinks and does. If she was listening to her heart right now it would tell her that I'm innocent. Out of everyone she should have been the first to believe I didn't kill my family, that I didn't purposely ruin my life.

She should know.

I just want to scream in frustration right now, but I held it in. I don't need any more attention, or little episodes that make me look bad.

"So you told me this information because you wanted me to know the truth or because you wanted me to die feeling like my life is incomplete?" I ask her, I may have sounded mean or conceited but it was an honest question. I thought my aunt was being nice at first but now I'm not so sure.

This is like a game to her. But I'm just glad I now know the truth, and that when I get out of prison I can find out more. I want to know everything, I want to know who killed my parents and the only lead I currently I have right now is my "father".

Knowing that my aunt wasn't going to respond to that question I asked her another about my biological father who is still alive. "What's his name?"

I needed to know it so I could find him when I got out. "Quinn Raymond." My aunt whispered but I heard her loud and clear.

This guy was going to face the wrath of his daughter he probably doesn't even know he has. Or if he does, I'll be coming back from the dead.

Having nothing else to say to my aunt, I just stood up from my metal chair and walked back towards Damien who was standing near the exit. I don't know if he heard my conversation with my aunt but I started wondering if he knew about Quinn, if he knew that I had another father.