I was in shock, I didn’t know what to say
“Why not get rid of us after she dies? Why not put us up for adoption?”
Layla asks pushing forward, sharing our body as one. He laughs shaking his head
“You still haven’t figured it out have you?”
“Figured what out?”
I ask confused, it was all So much information I was finding it hard to keep up.
“She’s still alive, she left us. She isn’t dead. I told you that so you wouldn’t feel worse”
It felt like someone threw a bucket of ice cold water over my body. My heart hammers in my chest as I try to take in what he said. Trying to process the fact that my mum was much worse than I ever thought.
“Who is my real father?”
He growl at me, slamming forwards
“He’s not your fucking father! He would have fought for you if he was! I told him he would never take you so instead he took your mum and ran like the coward he is!!”