I couldn't believe what Joanna had done. She always did something to make someone upset. Well, not always, but at the moment I was madder than Hell at her. She knew what she was supposed to do: not bring up the past. That was what she was told to do. That's what she needed to do. She promised me she wouldn't.
I had tried to comfort my mom, but it was useless. Joe's unspoken words had cut her like a knife. Maybe Joe thought she knew what was best for me, but I was really beginning to become fed up with her and her adolescent crap. She was acting like a two year old! Throwing a hissy fit without words in there was like a child holding their breath until they got what they wanted! She was so spoiled by our foster parents she thought it would be the same here.
Well, not for long.
I grumbled and walked to my room. The bright blue walls contrasted my mood, and the oak chest of drawers were automatically dented in the side. The hot tears rolled down my face. She pissed me off, so badly. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't sure how to react, or what she wanted me to say. We were in Atlanta now, the only place either of us truly loved. If she ruined this I was really ready to kill her. She was my sister, but at that moment in time I hate her with every fiber in my being. I was ready to just have them send her back.
“Wes?” I heard a voice say through my closed door.
I quickly wiped away my tears and recomposed myself. I knew it was Joe, coming to check on me. She must've heard me punch the chest of drawers. I opened it a crack and stared out at her. “What?” I asked curtly, glaring at her slightly.
“There's something you need to know.” she said, drawing symbols in the carpet with her toe like she did when she had bad news.
I opened the door completely, looking at her with concern. Had something happened between her and Kel already? Was she pregnant from all those guys she had screwed when she lived the party life? Did she have an STD? My mind flowed with all these questions and more like them as I stared at her.
“They, um, they have another child...” she said quietly, looking down, not quite sure how to take the expression of flabbergast on my face.
“That's impossible! You're lying! They don't have another child! That's low even for you, Joanna Alexis Mason!” I shrieked and I just stared at her. I had never known my sister to be so cruel, nor to lie. I slammed the door, locked it and went face down in my pillow.
The look on her face was one of truth, I knew that. Joe never lied, not to anyone. She always spoke the truth, and her green eyes gave away her emotion, but to tell me that my parents had another child that we never knew about until tonight was unthinkable. She HAD to be lying to me now.
I knew she hated them, but I never knew her to stoop so low as to tell me that they have another child.
Another child.
That's a lie.
It has to be.
Doesn't it?
