Untold Truths

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Chapter twenty-two
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||•My sister is all that matters•||

Three Days After The Will Reading

Pretending like everything was find wasn't certainly the way to approach this f*cked up circumstances. I've realised my parents had kept so many secrets from us.

I am grateful for everything Pops and Mama has done for me...for us. I just feel somewhat betrayed. I trusted them with anything and everything.

Not knowing how to act in this confusing situations killed me. What am I supposed to do? Find my biological father? Run away? What? Got to be something.

It all hit me, I can't worry about myself right now. All I know was Ferry was my top priority. I need to get me help before I help her.

"I'm going to see someone and maybe stay somewhere for a while. I gotta clear my head. I'll be back."

Ferry opened her mouth to say something but I gave her a reassuring look, then I left. I've decided to take a bus which I haven't since high school. I was on my way to see someone that was going to listen to me rant.

"Sex and alcohol crossed my mind." I positioned myself on the couch, a very comfortable couch.

"I just want sex and alcohol to take some of this insanity away. I was even thinking about booking a d*ck appointment. Like you always say, it wasn't the right way to deal with it because reality will hit in a few hours or the next day."

Amarah is my therapist and I've been coming to her since high school. She's like my homegirl I can talk to about anything. She is four years older than me.

Our parents got Ferry and I therapists because they understood mental health. It was very unexpected especially given the circumstances. Some African parents don't acknowledge mental health because they don't know how to deal with it.

Some might've experienced it in their days but when it came down to the new generation, they turn a blind eye.

I was grateful for my parents or other parents who acknowledges mental health. Everyone goes through it no matter the age. Some African parents have this mentality that if you're young, you have nothing to be depressed about.

"What's been happening babygirl."

Do I start from where I had a brother from another mother. Oh wait, I was not even my Pops biological daughter. Or the fact that I was thinking of getting a DNA test for the people I'm suspecting.

"Pops ain't my biological father and it's really doing my head in. I can't help Ferry with anything because I gotta get myself in check first before I help her."

She put her pen and notepad down and asked me to come sit on the floor. I sat on the floor and she remained on the couch. She started giving me a message while she talked.

"That's a lot. What do you want to do?"

"I want to do a DNA test."

"Doing a DNA test right now will add to your plate. You already have a lot to deal with. Give it time baby. Have you thought about going somewhere to process everything, maybe going camping with Tee?"

She was right, DNA test would add more pressure on me. beside, I have to talk to Ferry first, right after I clear my head. I don't want to add to her plate either.

"I like Tee. I really really like him. I might do something that ain't gon' be good for the both of us. I mean I almost had sex with him because I wanted to get away from my problems."

I was a messed and I didn't want to involve him. I'll address whatever was going on with us another time. There was only one place that I had in mind to go to.

"Now your thinking right. Stay at your friend's for a day or two. It will be good for you and for your sister. Call me or text me or even come through anytime. I'm always here. Take care baby."

I called my friend to come and pick me up. She showed up quicker than a white police coming to rescue a white person. Lord bless friends like these.

"Hey Sammy. I need a place to stay. I would've gone to a hotel but then I remember your mum's cooking."

"Girl say less."

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