Devil & The Angel

Chapter 14: Truth

Thanks to @OnlyAshley for being such a star xxxxxx

My mothers face had gone white and her expression was chilling. It sent a shiver down my spine. Her stare was piercing through Phoebe, it was almost as though she had seen a ghost. She looked at me. 

'Oh my god, you look the doppelganger of my mother when she was your age.' Her voice, trembling. Suddenly, my mum rushed off, making a loud noise in the process and quickly returned. She handed over a photograph of what looked like Phoebe, she looked almost identical, they could have been twins. I was freaked out. How could that be? Is this by chance or is there something deeper, am I related to Phoebe? Thousands of questions were surging through my mind right now.

I looked towards Phoebe and watched her facial expression, she looked ill. A look of realisation dawned upon her face. 

'I'm not my mother's child, I can't be. I have never felt connected to my family and that's the truth. I always felt estranged from them in some way. I need to have a DNA test.' The information that I had just taken in was overwhelming, what if Phoebe was my sister? Maybe that was why I had never felt whole. Or maybe why we got on so well. It was all too much to handle, how could she be my sister, how would my mother not of known. The look on my mothers face had said it all. She knew the truth. 

'Mum?' I questioned, scared of the answer. 

'It can't be..' She muttered. 'It's not possible.' 

'Speak properly, please. There isn't time to be speaking in a riddle.' I demanded, rather rudely. 

'III..was pregnant, with you. The doctors told me I had a healthy child in my stomach. Then weeks later, I was sent to the hospital with excruciating pain. The doctors examined me and said I was not only pregnant with you, I was pregnant with twins. Non-identical twins. I was nine months and two weeks until I finally went into labour. The doctors said only one child had survived, that child is you. I was devastated, heartbroken. You were the only reason that kept me going. The pain of losing a child was unbearable. I thought she was dead. The doctors told me she was. I can't believe it. This cannot be real.' She cried. 

Phoebe began sobbing, tears, streaming down her snowy face. Her eyes, a pool of water. 

'I need a DNA test, now.' She sniffled. 

None of us could accept the fact that this horrendous but amazing happening had occurred. My father stormed out. Angry. He refused to believe it. My mother embraced a crying Phoebe in a  large hug, swarming her with eighteen years of lost affection. They connected instantly, the warmth that radiated from one another was blinding.  It was almost like a reunion but the uncertainty still remained, we still didn't know.