Abused And Used

Chapter 13

“HOW?”

“Well at the time I did not have a good enough job to be able to put a shelter over her head and food on the table for her…so I had to give her to a family who can provide her that…I did not want to live with the burden of not being able to take care of my child right…but when you came along, I had a good enough job and was able to take care of you…”

“You should have told me! You cannot just keep things from me!” I snap.

“I knew you would act this way and yell at me for not telling you…I just wanted to wait till you were older”

“Oh, so you waited till I was 18 to tell me?! What happened when I was 15, 16, and 17 years old?!”

“We were not on speaking terms hardly…we would always get into fights and I knew if I told you that would make the fight progress even more…I did not want that. I want to be able to tell you things, but when it comes to someone you love and you do not want to hurt them, there are just some things you keep to yourself for awhile”

“If you are hiding something from someone then that is practically LYING to them, Mom!”

“Sweetie…”

“NO!”

She tried to hug me but I refused to hug her. I did not want to deal with this and I could not explain WHY I knew that Brookelynn was my sister before she even said anything that she was my sister.

I had this feeling that somehow we had a sister connection, even though things gotten rough.

I do not like it when people hid things from me and I am sure other people do not like it when I hide things from them, so I have to tell Brookelynn sooner rather than later.

So I get up and leave without an explanation to where I am going. No one needs to know. I will be totally fine.

I call Brookelynn and tell her to meet me at the Coffee Shop and that it is important, it took her awhile to agree to come and meet me.

I am sitting at the table waiting for her to show up and my hands start trembling because I am starting to get nervous. What happens if she does not believe what I have to say? I know my Mom would never lie about something and I know that the images I have been seeing in my mind are true and not fabricated by my mind fooling me.

The bell on the door jingles and Brookelynn comes in sight and all of my nerves become more intense.

She sits down in the chair across from me and says, “What is going on?”

“We need to talk about something…”

“Which is?”

It takes me awhile to form the words and say it out loud, “I know who your Mom is…” I say quietly.

“You do? How?” she seems surprised by my sudden words.

“Your Mom is my Mom…”

“What?! You are lying to me, aren’t you? You are just trying to get back at me for what I did!”

“No I am not Brookelynn…I swear to you. My Mom just told me and I left as soon as I found out to tell you, because I know it is important…”

“Y-Your lying…” she still does not believe me.

I softly grab her hand and tell her to look at me and she gazes in my eyes and I say, “I promise you that I am telling you the truth, I would never lie about something like THIS…”

The image of a 15 year old girl is at a house with a boy kissing him and I knew that no one knew she was there.

She sighs and she gives up, “I believe you…”