GROWING PAINS

TWENTY-SEVEN

-Next Day-

I force myself to get out of bed and I make my way to the grocery store.

Once I've paid for my groceries I place them in the trunk of my car.

I'm about to drive away until I see Sabrina walking into the post office.

I park my car in front of it and I walk inside. I see her walking into the backroom.

I then see her walk out with some guy. I shake my head in disgust. "You just can't get enough can you?"

She jumps as soon as she sees me, "Savannah? What are you do-" I cut her off, "You're a sick person. Honestly, first your with Mark then my father and now this guy and other guys in between."

She blushes a shade of crimson as she walks away from the male and makes her way towards me.

"Savannah, this isn't the time nor the place." I fold my arms, "Oh isn't it? You don't want everyone to hear how much of a hooker you are!"

Everyone is staring now. The male walks towards us, "Miss I'm not sure who you are, Sabrina works for me at this post office."

I laugh, "Wow. You need your boss to defend you?" She folds her arms, "Why are you here?"

I fold my arms and glare at her, "I need answers." She furrows her eyebrows, "Answers about what?"

I clench my fists, "My father. Mark." She blinks fast and whispers, "Savannah.."

I shake my head, "No! I need answers. I need closure, this isn't fair! I don't deserve to get this information in pieces."

She sighs and grabs my arm. I flinch, "Don't touch me." She glares at me, "Do you want answers or not?"

The male calls out for Sabrina but she ignores me. I open my car door, "Get in." She obeys.

I drive to an isolated area in the parking lot. "Tell me everything."

She cringes but sighs, "So as you now probably know, Mark was my first husband. Our marriage didn't last to long as he was never home. He always had something else to do. So I decided that I'm tired of being a housewife and I applied for a job. Your father's company had a secretary post open and I applied. I got the job. Your father and I had to work together almost all the time. Then one thing led to another and we started being with each other romantically. Later on, I found out that I was pregnant. I wasn't sure who the father was, it could've been Mark or your father. I did some DNA tests and I found out that this baby belonged to your father. I broke the news to your father first and he was shocked but wanted nothing to do with the baby. So I told Mark that this was his baby and he was over the moon. I really thought our marriage would work and the spark would reignite. I broke off my relationship with your father and I focused on Mark and the baby. We had a baby girl by the name of Emma. One day Mark was looking for something and he stumbled across the DNA results and I had to tell him the truth. He was heart broken and I was uncertain as to how to fix this. Emma was about seventeen when she found out about all of this."

My eyes widen, "So she was my sister?" Sabrina nods, "I contacted your father and let him know what was happening. He forced Emma and I to not tell you or your mom. We had to keep it a secret. He paid and took care of all Emma's needs. Mark and I divorced and Emma chose to stay with Mark and wanted nothing to do with me. I mean I don't blame her, your father and I rekindled our relationship and he proposed. He said once he comes back from his trip he'll divorce your mom and we'd get married. I then found out about Emma committing suicide and that broke me. After that I found out about the accident and I heard Mark caused it, that was the last straw for me."

She's crying while I stare at her in shock. This is to much information to just suddenly absorb.

She glances at me, "I am truely sorry Savannah." I remain silent as I unlock the car door.

"You can leave now." Is all I manage to blurt out. She sniffles but nods. She then climbs out of the car and runs inside.

I make my way home.

As soon as I plop myself on the couch I make a decision.

I don't need to cry anymore. I've found closure. As much as this hurts, I finally feel better.

This healing process will take time, but restoration will occur.

I need to be patient with myself and learn to trust the process.

-Next Day-

I call Brandon and I tell him everything. I can tell that he's shocked as the line goes quiet.

Then he whispers, "What the frick? That's insane!" I shake my head and chuckle "Yeah."

He sighs, "Emma has been your sister all along." I say softly, "Yeah, it all kind of makes sense."

After a while I end the call. My mind wanders back to all the signs she gave me.

How did I not see this? The resemblance so evident from Emma's face to Sabrina's.

My father kept this from my mother. From me. From our family.

I mean, if he had told me, how would I have reacted? Would I have changed my views and perspectives on people and things? Definatly.

Perhaps have given Emma a chance and we could've maybe been friends? What if I gave everyone a fair chance of getting to know me for who I am.

Life would have definitely turned out a hell of a lot more different.

But if it did, I wouldn't be where I am today. Who I am today.

Despite it all, I've come a long way. This is the life I want to live.

One with no regrets.

-THE END-