Chapter 15: Fighting Against Blood

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Chapter 15.... Fighting Against Blood

"What were you doing in my closet?" She asked

"I was putting the dress back." I said

Emotions were building up inside me, anything from anger to sadness. Along with hate, pain, fear, disappointment, shock, almost every emotion you could think of

"When were you going to tell me?" I asked

"I was going to tell you today, because he is out now."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because I wasn't sure how to tell you."

My mom didn't get up, she was still sitting down at the table with my dad and the man. I looked over at him. I wanted to know who he was and why I knew him from when I was a child

"Who are you?" I asked

"I'm officer Jet, I helped find your mom when she was taken." He said

I looked back over to my dad, or I think he's my dad, I do look like him but that's not the point here

"And you knew too?" I asked

His frown grew deeper as he nodded. He was hurt too, we all were but I know I'm the one who is hurt the most

"My life is a lie. I thought I grew up here all my life but I was born there. I was never able to see grandpa, or auntie Mel."

"I couldn't tell you, how could I? It's hard to say it's hard to share. I wasn't sure how to tell you. I was scared." My mom said as tears left her eyes

"Well me finding out this way is a lot more damaging."

"I know." She whispered

"What about the scars?" I asked

"The ones on my wrist aren't bad, I've used scar cover up. The ones on my legs and stomach, aren't as good." She whispered

Her voice broke while telling me this, I couldn't help but feeling selfish because I'm making her relive what happened, but then again she never told me

"That's why you never wear short skirts or short shorts?" I asked

She nodded. My dad hugged her but she never looked up at him

"I read the articles." I said

"They don't explain everything." My mom said

"What don't they explain? You were in an abusive relationship, you got kidnapped, raped and everything else. What more is there to know?"

"That I was next." My dad whispered

I didn't say anything, how could I believe that? I was shocked at what I just heard. Nothing was said between all of us but I could feel the tension in the air

"He was, or still is a very sick man." My dad said

"You took his girlfriend away, he snapped."

"He beat me, hurt me, hid me away from everyone even before I met your father. Well I've known him since high school but before I ran into him again a few years later."

"How can you prove he is my father. You have no proof that he is, that man could be my father because you flaunted yourself."

My mom stood up quickly and smashed her fists against the table making all of us jump. I have never seen my mom this angry before and it was frightening. She never looked up at me or anyone she just kept her head down, focused at the table

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