Trust (A Nash Grier Fanfiction)

Chapter 25

Still Feeling Insane?

•Skylar's POV•

I wake up in the best way possible, with muscular arms wrapped around me and the person who cares most about me, feeling secure-which I haven't felt in a long time. I smile at Nash sleeping. He's so peaceful when he's asleep. Unlike when he's awake and loud, but also always making everyone laugh.

I try to wiggle out of Nash's tight grasp. When I escape from his arms, I realize I miss being stuck in his arms. I just smile at my own stupidity. I glance at the clock. It's only 6:35 a.m. Nash and Taylor won't be awake for at least another 3 hours.

I quietly walk to my unpacked suitcases, boxes, and bags from when I ran away from everybody and came to live in California. I never unpacked. I slowly unzip the front pocket of my suitcase and pull out an envelope. I read the fine print marked on it 'CONFIDENTIAL'. Inside this envelope holds the secret to a secret life that made my dad the person he was. The man that won't escape my life. I take the container holding my life's mystery in my hands and silently slip out onto the front porch where no one can bother me. I sit down on the bench swing and swing back and forth to calm my nerves. Some paint has chipped off from the dark colored wood. It reveals a light brown wood substance.

I begin to open it, then stop, hearing footsteps throughout the house inside. When I know it's safe again and no one will bother me I look back at the envelope. "Do I even want to open this?" I think aloud to myself. Do I want to know what happened? I mean, yeah, it is probably about my dad murdering my mom, but I don't know that for sure. What if there's this other secret that I don't want to know? I guess either way I need to know.

I slowly take out multiple papers, almost hesitating and not taking them out at all. My birth papers? What does that have to do with anything? I just flip through them, barley reading anything. A paper catches my eyes. You can tell it was obviously handwritten. I scan each word, and carefully read the whole thing.

Skylar,

I hope you read this before you look at any of the birth papers. This will explain everything you need to know.

I read that first paragraph and get confused. What would I need explained? My dad? Well, good thing I didn't actually read the birth papers. I continue to read the letter that will apparently "explain everything".

If you don't already know, you are not who you think you are. Well, yes, you're you and that will never change. Remember that. The point is, you're not you because you're not a Mendes-

I stop right then and there reading this. What the fuck? How am I 'not a Mendes'? How can that be? I start to burst into tears at the thought of that. I rest my elbows on my legs and cover up my eyes with my hands. My whole life has been a lie. It's been nothing but a lie.

I snap out of that thought when I look down at my phone screen on my lap. I'm getting a call from Natalie. I really don't want to talk to anyone right now, but I decide to answer right away.

~Phone Call~

Before I could say a word, Natalie starts screaming into the phone and it rings through my ears.

Natalie-How could you do this to me?!

Me-What do you mean?

Natalie-What the fuck is your problem?

Me-I didn't do anything to you! And I'm not in the fucking mood for your bullshit Natalie!

Natalie-What crawled up your ass this morning?

Me-Just-What do you want?

Natalie and I just get in these little fights sometimes, but it's usually nothing. This time, I could tell she was serious about this. I would usually act calmly in a situation like this, but I have to many mixed emotions right now and every little thing gets on my nerves.