S.O.S

Chapter Eleven - Little Sister

this chapter is still written in Danny's point of view

"My own father killed my own mother?" she uttered in shock.

I nodded, "I only know, and grandma, but she's dead."

"And your mother told my dad to." she added, "Why?"

I had to lie, "I don't know. I told you I only heard a tiny glimpse of the convo."

I finally told Janet about why her dad was arrested, that because of my mother told him to kill her mother. I thought Janet was mature enough to figure this out, to quit trusting my mother's bullshits. But no, I didn't tell her about who I am - that I am her step brother. I didn't tell her about my mother's attempt to erase the trail of Armand from her past by equalizing my last name with hers. Second reason, to prevent the impression of having me - her son - related to her sister's daughter.

"Do you know in which jail is he at?" Janet asked me. She's been looking at pictures and evidences of Armand's existence as her father.

I did. I digged in the box deeper and took out an arrest report consisting the name and complete address of the institution which had detained our dad. Janet took it from my grip and read it carefully.

"Do you visit him occasionally?" she asked.

"Why should I?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Cause he's your uncle."

Yes, right.

She continued, "When was the last time you saw him?"

I paused, reassembling the memories I had in my brain, "Was when the last time you saw him."

She frowned in confusion, "That day in summer?"

I nodded.

"Were you... I thought you weren't..."

Suddenly we heard the main door slammed. I immediately picked up all the pictures and papers and packed it back in the box. I could not let anybody see that I had that box, especially my mom. I held my gaze at Janet for a moment before I left her room while she laid herself back down under her blanket. I sped up my walk into my bedroom and put the box back in the depth of my drawer and buried it beneath my clothes.

I ran downstair to get some drink and noticed Steph's existence. So she must have slammed the door. I was walking towards the fridge when Steph was holding a glassful of apple juice walking the opposite direction with her head looking down.

Dammit. We collided and she spilled her juice all over my shirt, well she got a few on hers too. She squealed but soon she bursted into tears and buried her face on my chest.

"What the hell?" I asked, expressionlessly.

She cried even harder and I could feel her tears watering my shirt. Having no intention to pat her head to calm her or anything, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away.

"What's going on? You're creeping the hell out of me." I asked her again.

She sipped the remaining juice from her glass before replying, "Fred broke up with me," she muttered between her sob.

"Yeah right, puppy love problem," I turned up my volume, "Janet!"

"The fuck are you calling her?" she complained.

"Because mom's not here, neither is Cody, I'm not capable of handling such a thing, Janet is a girl, so yeah..." I replied.

"She's a bitch, not a girl."