A Twist Of Fate

Chapter 47

"He's your half brother!" My mother's yells.

D-Did she say brother? Half brother? She's lying. Right?

"Y-You're lying..." I begin to laugh. She's gone nuts. She needs help. This woman is sick in her head.

"I'm sorry mija, but your dad is Nicolas Miller. Him and Stella grew up here. We were all best of friends since childhood. Until Stella caught us having an affair." By now she's in tears, but she still continues to destroy my world, piece by piece she continues to chip away at it.

"He chose her and their boys over you. He wanted nothing to do with you, mija. Nicolas and Steve were best friend along with Fredrick. Steve knew about my infidelity and agreed to raise you as his own. He loved you as his own, up until his death. I'm sorry, but now do you see why you can't be with Elias?"

It's true. Elias is my br-brother. My brother who I'm having a child with. I quickly cover my mouth as a sob forces itself past my lips.

My vision blurs and I stumble back a few steps as I feel all the oxygen escaping my lungs.

With shaking hands I reach for my chest and apply pressure where my heart lies just underneath. It hurts, it fucking hurts.

It's not a joke. It's not some sick twisted prank and no one is going to jump out and yell "got you," because this is real.

No! No it can't be real. I shake my head and hurdle over as I reach for my hair and pull. I need pain because right now, at this moment I feel nothing. My body is numb and I just need to feel something. Anything.

I hear a scream and it sounds like a scream of terror, a scream of pain. Not the type of pain you feel when you stub your toe or break a bone, but the type of pain from having your life torn apart in the matter of seconds. The pain of having everything good in your life, ripped from you and leaving you with nothing left. The type of pain you feel when losing a loved one.

I see my mothers lips moving but I can't seem to comprehend what she's saying. It's all a jumbled mess.

She sounds so far away, but feels so close that I'm not sure I can reach her. Hell I don't even know if I'm dreaming. I have to be. Don't I?

"Breath baby, breath." My mothers voice makes it's way to my ears as she grips my hands and gently pries them from the root of my hair as I let out a shaky breath, or at least I think I do.

The screaming comes to a sudden halt and only when it does, do I realize that the screams were coming from me. It was me who was releasing all this pain and hurt into the universe and with that my legs give out and I drop to my knees.

"No," I shake my head vigorously. "No! It can't be true. You're lying!" I scream as I look into the saddened, teary eyes of my mother as she joins me on the living room floor.

"I'm sorry, baby..." She says pulling me close to soothe and comfort her only child.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and collapse into my mothers loving arms. We stay like that for what feels like hours.

The storm in my mind settles as reality sets in and I start to feel sick to my stomach. I use everything that's left of me to push it back down and quickly swallow the vomit that's forcing it's way up my throat.

"I-I have to go." I don't even recognize my own voice at the moment. It sounds... defeated and broken. Hell I am broken and I don't think I can come back from this. I get up on shaking legs and run out of the house as if I was trying to escape the fiery pits of hell.

I hear my mother screaming for me to come back, but right now I just need to be alone. I just need to hear myself think, to be alone with my thoughts and with that I gather all my strength and push myself to run faster.