What happens when you keep secrets? You keep one person happy, but at what cost? Sometimes is it better tell the secret?
The drama never stops in real life, at least not mine. One thing after the next, until it breaks you, yet it still doesn't yield...
My sister was asked to babysit two children for a friend, so that evening she left. Unfortunately the parents weren't able to get back until late, so she stayed the night, and came home right before lunch time. The next night she left again to watch the same kids. I wanted to spend some more time with my sister, so she had left to pick up the children and then came back to get me, saying how the parents didn't want anyone else at their house. After a while, I was dropped off back at our house because of how late it was getting, and she went to continue watching the kids.
I woke up decently early the next morning, and noticed that my sister wasn't home yet from last night. Yet it was until I'd changed clothes that I understood she wasn't planning on coming back. I felt betrayed. I thought that she cared enough about me to at least tell me that she was planning on leaving. Her bed was barren of all blankets and clothes. Yet hopeful, we waited. All day we waited. 7pm came around, and then we really started to find more answers. At 8 we leave without knowing where we were going to end up, until we were told where to look. On a hill next to the mountain, a hill with many roads to many houses, a hill called the Southfork was where we looked.
There was a little house, maybe a mile up the main road, that had the car she was borrowing from a friend parked outside.
Tears constantly held back, we walk to the front door. It wasn't a normal door on hinges, but a clear, sliding door with a curtain on the other side. My mother, infuriated, pounded at the glass.
When the door opens, she holds nothing back. She demands that they force Jade to come out.
Yet my sister's friends aren't they kind to back down. Everything is a blur of them yelling. "No!" "Get off of our property!" "She is 18, she can do whatever she wants!" "Leave or we will call the cops!" Mixing with threats were color metaphors. Yet we didn't leave, didn't back down. We stayed strong, for we weren't going anywhere without my sister.
The minute my mom pulled out her phone and called the police, they tried to shut us out, so my mother put her foot in the doorway. With the curtains hanging over half the glass, it was hard to tell exactly what was going, but easy to see them packing.
Carrying a small bag and a child, with the other boy holding his hand, a man leaves and heads toward his truck. Next a girl with a man following, each with bags. Then the last person we were able see comes out, the woman who answered the door.
Still on the phone with the police, my mother follows the group over to the cars and was able to get the license plate number of the truck, but not the other little green car.
After the drove away I start walking back to my mom's car. Then my dad starts walking over as well. Yet before I can get there, I hear a slight, soft noise, and turn around to she her coming out the door. I get my dad's attention, and he turns to see her just as I did. She was dressed just as yesterday, same tank top and pants, put she had her over-stuffed back pack hanging on one shoulder.
On the drive home, we hear her yell in reply to simple questions from our mother. She told us that about a week after her 18th birthday, she started see the boy she claimed to love, the biological father of Thomas. Then, like as if we couldn't guess, she wanted to run away with him.
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