Simon's Daughter

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Sam's POV)

"Well, are you going to tell me or just sit on my bed and stare around my room" I say sounding quite annoyed.

"Ha. I remember when I took the picture of you and Ariana. It was the first time you met her. You two bonded right away. Even now, 12 years later you two still love each other as if you were sisters." My mom reminisces.

I remember that day as if it was yesterday.

My mom told me we were gonna pick up my cousin from the airport and that she was going to live with us. Her parents both died in a car accident and my mom being Ariana's moms sister, she had full custody of Ariana.

When I first saw her, her eyes were blood shot red and puffy. I clung to my mom cause at first I was afraid of her. Honestly to me back then she looked like a monster. But once my mom fixed her up and got us ice cream she smiled and she wasn't so scary. We grew closer and closer as each minute went by that day. So by the end of the day we knew everything about each other.

I got pulled away from my thoughts when my mom cleared her throat trying to get my attention.

"Sam you can't go to England to look for your dad because he doesn't even know you exist." She says very calmly.

"WHAT?! DAD DOESNT KNOW I EXIST?! WHAT THE FUCK MOM! IS THIS WHY HE NEVER CAME LOOKING FOR ME?! FOR ALMOST 18 YEARS YOU KEPT ME A SECRET FROM DAD?!" I yelled so loud not caring if I woke anyone up.

"Wait, I thought you told me he left you after he found out you were pregnant? If that's true then he would know I exist." I say very confused.

"He did, but a few days after he got back to England he realized what a mistake he had made leaving you and I but I didn't want him back in my life after he had left. I knew that if things were to go bad again he'd leave us. Again. So instead I told him I had gotten an abortion. Of course he was furious and sad but after a few days he stopped calling and since then I've had no contact with him. I'm sorry I was just watching out for us."

Words cannot express how much hatred I feel toward my mom. I pace around my room as I think of ways I could explain to my father if I do find him....

WAIT... I don't even know who he is.

"Mom if you loved me you'd tell me who he is. Please!" I plead my mom.

"Sweetie, even if I do tell you who he is there is no way you'd even be able to contact him."

"What do you mean there's no way I'd be able to contact him?" I ask my mom.

"I mean I don't know if he has enough time to even know who's trying to contact him. Even I can't contact him, even if I wanted to I couldn't. I'm sorry." My mom says with a sorry look on her face. "Oh. And ummmmm. You kind of have a half brother..."

"What do you mean he doesn't have time to know who's trying to talk to him. Is he famous or something? AND I HAVE A HALF BROTHER?! OH MY GOD. I HAVE A BROTHER. wait how do you know all of this if you can't contact him?" I ask having no clue if she's even telling the truth. I am so confused and very frustrated.

"Honey, if I tell you you probably wouldn't even believe me." she says cautiously.

"Try me."

"Okay," she pauses and sighs "Your biological father is Simon Cowell."

I feel my jaw drop but then I start to laugh. She can't be serious so I continue to laugh at her. But by the look on her face I stop. She can't be telling the truth right now. Right?! She can't, that's impossible. Simon is already married and has a 2 year old son. I think of the possibilities of my mom telling the truth but come on. this stuff only happens to people in movies and books. To special people actually, only special people get amazing news like this and I. I am very far from special. I'm just some regular girl who goes to a regular school and has a regular life except for the part where I had gone father less for about 18 years but besides that. I'm completely normal.

"You've got to be joking." is all I can mutter out right now.

"Sweetie, I know you have no reason to trust me right now but if you're gonna believe me about anything it better be this because I'm telling you the truth right now." she pleads.

"So you're saying that THE Simon Cowell is my forreal father?" I ask already knowing the answer but not wanting to believe it. I don't even know why I don't want to believe it but I just don't.

"Yes and I'm telling the truth. Please believe me." my mom begs.

"Fine. I believe you. but I still don't fully forgive you for lying to me for 18 years."

"It's fine, I don't expect you to. but just remember that I kept it from you to protect you and that I love you. Im truly sorry for hiding this from you but I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry." she says as she walks out of my room after giving me a good night kiss on my forehead.