Where did my twin go?

"Samantha is dead."

" Samantha Michelle Woods why are your bags not packed and what the hell have you been doing out when I remember precisely asking you to have your bags packed by the time we get back" My mom scolded once she saw me getting into our house. It was not, and I repeat, not , at all, easy trying to not lose my temper. i was angry. no I was fuming, but if i wanted answers I'm going to have to be as calm as I can

" why are you not answering me young lady!" my mom scolded again, placing her hand on her hip and arching an eyebrow

" i want to see my birth certificate" i stated as calmly as possible lifting my head up to directly look at my mom. I guess I looked like a wreck because I had tears streaming down my face, and I know I had an expression of pain mixed with anger on my face, but when my mom gasped, I knew it wasn't because of how i looked.

it was because their filthy lie has finally been discovered

" why are you asking for something so random Sam?" my mom trying to keep a calm demeanour up but failing miserably, I just scoffed

" Show me my fucking birth certificate!" i said through gritted teeth squeezing my eyes shut trying to control my anger

" watch your language young lady!" my mom, again, scolded me replacing her hand on her hip

" Don't fucking tell me what to do!" i yelled at my mom. but I guess I shouldnt call her my mom anymore. her eyes widened in shock and I guess she was too stunned to speak

" what the hell is going on?!" i heard Max say coming down the stairs with a confused expression on his face. before I could reply to him the front door opened and in walked my dad.

Patrick. daddy dearest

" are you guys ready?" he asked then took a look on all our faces and probably caught up on the fact that something was not right.

I never, in my life, ever, had had a fight with my family before. The biggest fight i ever got in with my mom didn't even last for 10 minutes because I couldn't stand the fact that she looked so disappointed in me and I went over and apologized. so this, was definitely something you do not see around us often

" show me my birth certificate" i said trying to stay calm again turning to my dad

" what?" my dad asked faintly looking nervously at my mom " why would you want to see that right now?" he asked trying to look stern but his eyes gave him away completely

" do you guys seriously have to ask so many fucking questions?!" i asked slightly raising my voice because quite frankly I was having enough of this bullshit.

" Sam what the hell is wrong with you?!" Max said looking at me sternly, like I was a child.

" oh ill tell you Maxi. I'll tell you what's wrong. what's fucking wrong is that mom and dad here are not really my mom and dad. they've been fucking lying to me my whole life. and they actually wanted to continue with this disgusting game of theirs, I would have been on a plane right now completely fucking oblivious to the fact that I have been played with and lied to for the whole fucking 17 years of my existence. " i said. my voice rasing with every word until I was full out screaming at the end. Max stood there wide eyed not saying anything. The look of shock on his face turned to confusion then to fuming burning anger

" who told you this nonsense Samantha! " My dad. oh scratch that, Patrick, asked

" well if this is nonsense then show me my fucking birth certificate. show me one fucking picture of me as a newborn, or of me at the hospital i was born in. One picture. just prove this wrong. somehow" i finished talking and I knew I was a second away from bursting into tears again. but I couldn't. i couldn't be weak and vulnerable right then.