Make Me Perfect

Chapter 32 - My Sister

I stood with the business card in my tremblings hands, now looking up at the girl through blurry eyes. I dropped the card, stepping away from it like it was poisinous. Tears poured down my cheeks, and my body shook uncontrollably.

"You said your name was Becka," I whispered.

"Peyton," she whispered, taking a slow step towards me.

I rebounded backwards, keeping my distance away from the woman, from Pria. Her face was covered in tears now, too, except her eyes were filled with guilt. She shook her head, running her hands through her light brown hair. I stared into her blue eyes, finally noticing that she didn't look like either of my parents, but looked exactly like what they would look like mixed together.

How could I not have noticed? I had met her three times. Why couldn't I tell? Suddenly thoughts plummeted through my mind. The way she looked at me when I told her my name, or about how many siblings I had. She seemed shocked when I said two, did she think I meant her? No. She had covered her tracks well... How about when she said she knew everything about Guns N' Roses? And that her family was a fan? That family, was my family.

"I wanted to tell you," Pria whispered.

I shook my head, keeping the distance between us about five feet.

"I tried!" she cried, her voice wavering, "I didn't tell you where I came from because I wanted to see who you were first. I didn't want you to shut me out before I even got a chance to talk to you. If I told you my life story you would've picked up the hint. You're not stupid."

"How would you know?" I show back. She flinched, and I sucked in a huge breath, not trusting my voice to work. I bit my lip, using all my strength to utter one question that had been burning in my mind for weeks, "Why did you leave?"

Pria crossed her arms over her chest and took one small step towards me, "I didn't mean too. I had too. Please, let's not talk about this here," she begged.

I looked around, noticing we were still in the parking lot of the coffee shop. I gestured for her to follow me down the road. We walked in silence, with myself a few paces ahead of her. We reached a park, with nothing in sight but the trees and spring flowers. I slid onto an old wooden bench and turned to face her, causing her to slowly sit down beside me. I shrugged, "You can explain."

She sighed, raising her hands in surrender, "I don't know. I was nine when you were born," she whispered.

I nodded, "I know."

She raised an eyebrow, "You knew about me?"

"Research," I said softly, looking at her with a disappointed look, "I'm sick of being in the dark. I've been digging into dad's past. I haven't known for long."

The words seemed to pierce her through the heart as more tears poured down her face, "When you were six, and I was fifteen, I moved out. I gathered my things and simply took a train out of town and went down to Alberta. I came back a few months ago. I was hoping I would run into you." She ended quietly, almost as if the words were too painful to say.

I swallowed, "Preston would've been a year old by time you left."

Pria nodded, "Leaving you two was impossible."

I shook my head, fury burning in my veins, "Don't bullshit me," I said quietly. Her eyes widened, but I didn't let her speak before I continued, "If it was impossible then why did you!" I shouted, "I don't remember shit about you! Maybe that's because you were never there for us anyways."

She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent from sobbing. Finally she breathed and spoke, "I left because I felt I had no choice."

"Why?" I choked.