RANDOM QUESTION:

Getting To Know You (Part 2).

*WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT

Okay guys, so this is going to be the longest chapter I'll ever write because it will tell you about both Veronica's and Xavier's past. I could have broken it down into two separate chapters but I didn't because I wanted you guys to feel all the emotions at one time and breaking them up would've made you lose the link.

This chapter is going to be almost double as long as the others chapters and might just make you cry. So if you guys are the over emotional ones.....I'd recommend a box of tissues.

It will also be moving from the present to past so watch out for the *flashback* signs.

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"Pardon?" Xavier asked me as he looked at me wide eyed. "Did you just say 'sister'?"

I nodded and replied, "Not real. Adopted. But she was my sister nonetheless."

"What was her name?"

After about a year of not talking of her, this was it. The first time I would even say her name out loud since that day.
"Lizzie," I whispered. "Elizabeth Silverstone."

"Do you want to talk about it, love?" he said cautiously as he put his hand over mine on my lap. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No. I want to," I said as I choked back my tears.

"Okay, then. But don't hold back your emotions, love. Never in front of me at least. Its okay to cry," he murmured.

I put my other hand over his, nodded and said, "Well, since I'm telling you this I might as well tell you everything."

With a huge sigh, I started.
"You know Jerko and I were born only a week apart. So naturally, none of us know life without the other. When I was around six, my parents tried for another kid. They lost the child in the eight month due to miscarriage. Three years later, they tried again but just their luck.....they lost another child.

When I was around 11, my parents sat me down and explained the entire problem to me. Apparently, my mom's uterus wasn't strong enough to hold another child. They were lucky enough that I was born without any complications at all. I was small but I wasn't dumb. I obviously got confused when all the preparations for another kid were done, twice, but no baby ever set foot in the house. I never asked my parents about what happened in detail until they told me themselves. I could see both of them were distraught so I didn't want to keep talking about it. When they told me that I'm not getting a sibling, I simply accepted it and decided to move on despite me wanting one for a long time.

Then one day when I was twelve and Jerko had come over, mom and dad sat me down again and told me that they were going to adopt. I guess both my parents were pretty adamant on getting a second child and they had decided that the two miscarriages wont deter them. I was elated, of course, and Jerko was happy for me too.

A month later when I came home from the last day of school before summer vacations, there she was. Lizzie. She was hiding behind dad as if she was scared I wont like her. Mom had told me a day before that she was ten, two years younger than me. Seeing her like that, so scared of rejection, brought an urge within me to protect her. This feeling was only heightened after my parents told me that she was the only kid who had stayed for all ten years of her life in the orphanage. No one seemed to want her.

Jerko and I weren't really close with anyone from school at that time so we didn't feel the need to tell anyone about her and neither did my parents since the only ones they were friends with were each other.

That one and a half month of summer vacations was the best one of my life. Lizzie was a shy kid but she instantly connected with Jerko and I. We spent all the days together and our parents couldn't be happier. Even Grammy and Gramps loved her. Then on my first day of school after vacation and Lizzie's first day of school overall, we were at the front door when she fainted all of a sudden."