Chapter Thirty-three

"What are you doing here?" I frowned. Talk about having an unexpected visitor.

Nash looked as neat as usual, "I came to see you." He closed the door behind him. He wore a dark blue suit with a red tie. His hair was perfectly styled. He looked as if he just walked of a Christmas party, a very elegant one.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked. As he came closer, I got a better glance at his face. He didn't look okay. His blue eyes held an evident sadness I hadn't seen before. There was something wrong.

"Lau posted it on Facebook." He shook his phone in front of me.

"Really?" That girl!

"Yeah, how are you feeling?" he sounded genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm a tough girl." I smiled at him in an attempt to take that sadness away from him. Of course, it didn't work, "Are you okay?"

He cocked an eyebrow, "You're asking me? I'm not the one in the hospital bed."

I rolled my eyes, "Right. Right. For your information, this," I gestured around me, "isn't so bad. I get free Jell-O."

The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips but it didn't reach his eyes, "Jules, I know this is not the best time but I need to talk to you."

The seriousness of his tone scared me, "Okay? I'm listening."

He rubbed his face with both hands and gave his back to me. He stared out the window, messing his styled hair a little.

I squeezed the sheets in my lap, "Nash?"

He turned to me, biting his lower lip, "I don't know how to say this."

"Well, you better find a way because you're scaring the hell out of me."

"I don't even know why I'm the one here. I shouldn't be the one telling you this. I'm bad at any type of conversation that involves emotions. I don't know how to sugar coat things." He threw his hands out in exasperation.

"Then don't. Just tell me."

"I..." he paused, taking a deep breath, "You're my half-sister."

My world stopped right there. I didn't breathe. I didn't move. I could only stare into those blue eyes.

My voice was a mere whisper, "What?"

"We have the same dad."

I could barely find my voice, "What? I... Nash, this is not funny."

"I'm not joking. You know how terrible I am at it."

"But... I... you..." my head was spinning around and I felt sick.

"You're the reason Nadia and I moved here." He explained, "We wanted to know you but our mother wouldn't let us. We had to wait until we were eighteen. Dad wanted us to meet you but he wouldn't dare going against my mother's wishes."

"You're not joking." I muttered.

He shook his head, "No, and I know the timing isn't the ideal for this but he's very sick, Jules and he wants to see you."

My hands shook, my heart was about to jump out of my chest, "But you... flirted with me that night at Evan's grandparents' house." I tried getting him to go back on his words and tell me this was a joke. I couldn't handle this.

"That was just stupid of me. I didn't want you to suspect anything. I knew you were suspicious about Nadia and me." He was right, I was at the beginning but never in a million years could I have seen this coming.

My father...

Half-brother...

Sickness...

The emotional roll coaster I had gone through that Christmas night would make it unforgettable. I looked down at my hands. My finger traced the hospital band.

"I know this is a lot to take in," Nash whispered in a soothing tone, "But will you visit him? It's a two-hour drive. I'll take you. It doesn't have to be tonight, of course. You have to heal first."

I kept playing with my hospital wristband. I'd never been so overwhelmed in my entire life. A mess of thoughts and emotions roamed in my head in a quick, riveting pace.

Everything rushed to me, flooding my mind and senses: Evan's lies, the heartbreak, Jane, Shane's feelings, Helen's possible pregnancy, and now my father. That ghost figure that I had completely excluded of my life.

It was just too much.

I bent over the bed and I vomited the amazing Jell-O I just had all over the floor. Nash hurried to help me, holding my hair.

"Oh God!" Nash said in panic, "I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I'm terrible at this. Are you okay?"

I nodded as my body trembled, cold sweat rolling down my face. I leant back on the bed. Nash handed me a tissue, and used a piece of paper to blow some air on my face.

"I'm sorry, Jules." His words were sincere. I knew it, "I know I'm being selfish for doing this to you right now but he's..." he swallowed, "he's my dad. I'd do anything for him."

My head throbbed, "I can't do this." I threw the tissue away and tried to take a deep breath in, failing miserably. I rubbed my face with both hands.

"Jules, I know this is hard. God, I don't even know what to say but he's my dad. He's sick and he needs to see you. Please." He pleaded, holding my hand, "Don't you want to see him?"

I shook my head, "No, I don't." his eyes widened, "He's not my dad."

"What?"

"You heard me. That man has nothing to do with me," my tone was harsher than I expected.

"Jules, I understand your anger, I know how you feel-"

"Do you?" I squeezed my hands at my sides, "Do you? Really, Nash? You had him your entire life, didn't you?" his silence was all I needed, "he was there to raise you, teach you, spoil you and just be there for you because that's what a father does. I didn't have any of that. I had the mother that would cried herself to sleep because the love of her life left her with a little girl on her own. I had the mother who would hide her tears from me when we didn't even had enough to pay for the electricity in our house." Tears were in my eyes at this point, "I had the mother who would work her ass off and study at the same time to keep some food on our table. I went through the lonely school presentations because she didn't have time to go to see me in all my plays. How could she? It was either going to see me or feeding me and she obviously chose the ladder and I couldn't blame her. So, don't you dare saying you know how I feel! You know nothing about me!"

"Jules..."

"Nothing!" a sob escaped my mouth, "I've had a great life without him. I buried him a long time ago. I can't deal with this and I won't."

"Jules, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Really?" a sarcastic laugh left me, "What did you expect? For me to run with you to see my daddy? The man that broke my mother's heart and left me?" Nash lowered his head, "I'm tired. I'm tired of people expecting me to give them second chances and forgiveness as if I didn't feel anything at all. I have feelings, too. I have the right to be angry and get upset. I'm so fucking tired of being the good girl that always forgives everything. I can't do this anymore." I sobbed, holding my face.

Nash touched my shoulder, "Jules..."

I slapped his hand away, "Get out!" I looked at him through my blurry sight. He looked surprised, "Get the hell out of here!"

"Jules, please, just consider it." He backed away towards the door. More tears rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily.

"Just go." It was a mere whisper, my voice was filled with pain. Nash did as he was told and left the room. The moment he closed the door, I broke into sobs and then I grasped the pillow behind me and pushed my face into it.

I screamed as loud as I could. My muffled cries were silenced by the pillow. I cried, I screamed, I hit, I did everything I could to get rid of these sea of emotions washing over me. I needed to get them out somehow.

My father...

I have a half-brother and a half-sister.

My father has an entire happy family and he never bothered to reach out to us.

He never reached out to me.

'I didn't need him'

I knew I did. I just liked to pretend I didn't. It was easier that way, less painful. I lived in a constant, conscious ignorance. I pushed all thoughts about my father to the back of my mind.

I'm not going to deal with this. I don't have to.

He has no right to perturb my life now.

He is nothing to me.

I wiped away my tears angrily. Why now? I couldn't even think about the fact that the Sullivan twins were my half-siblings. I felt sick again so I pushed the thought away.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to get rid of this weird feeling of surprise and bitterness in my stomach. There was an emptiness inside my chest that I hadn't wanted to acknowledge before.

Everything was just too much. If we all had a point of break then I had definitely reached mine.

Evan's lies...

Jane's victorious face...

My eighteen birthday...

My friends...

Shane's feelings...

Jason being a jerk...

Helen possibly being pregnant.

And this...

Finding out I have siblings and dying father...

I stared at the white ceiling. Since when did my life turn so complicated? My life used to be so simple, so black and white. I had two best friends, a hard-working mom and no love interest. It felt like since the moment I clicked on Create my own story on Wattpad, I had unleashed something. Ever since then, my life had been crazy. Not that I regretted it but it still felt like it was too much.

I went from a peaceful, boring life to a crazy one in less than a year.

Life was making me grow up by force. All these situations had dented my soul, forcing that innocent girl within me to grow stronger and more realistic.

I'm just realistic.

I remembered Evan's words. He'd said that to me the first day we talked on Wattpad.

Evan...

Heartbreak...

I got up slowly and walked to the small bathroom to wash my mouth. I needed a distraction. I washed my tear-stained face, too and went back to the bed.

My phone beeped on the table next to my hospital bed. I didn't even realize I had it with me. Everything happened so fast. I picked it up with my good hand.

From: Evan <3 Bf <3

Are you okay?

My breath hitched. He still caused my heart to beat faster and my stomach to feel funny. However, I wasn't in the mood to deal with him. I'd just found out my father is out there sick, wanting to see after walking out on me years ago. Oh, and I had two siblings.

I dropped my phone in my lap.

But then, I heard a commotion outside the room's door. It seemed like there were people arguing out there. I was about to ignore when the door was abruptly pushed opened. I jumped in surprise.

Evan stood there in all his handsome glory. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Why did he have to make my heart skip a beat? Why? I didn't have the time to answer the questions in my head. Evan walked towards me in long strides, leaving a protesting Jordan behind him.

I opened my mouth to say something but that cold boy under the username darkpoet_001 took my face with both hands and kissed me. 

And there, on Christmas' night after finding out something that would change my life forever, Evan Woods kissed me.

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Author's note: Hey! I put this note at the end because we all know you guys never read it if it's at the beginning. Yes, I know you, minions! This was a revealing chapter, wasn't it? Jules has a brother and a sister, how cool is that? This has been meaning to be revealed in the story for a long time now and finally the cat's out of the bag! Phew! No more secrets!

Shane: What about the mystery texter?

Me: -glares at him- Who asked for you opinion?

Shane: -shrugs- I'm just saying.

Me: Then don't say anything.

Nash: You're very rude, writer.

Me: -rolls eyes- Why are you here? I'm just trying to write a note to the readers.

Shane: I just had an idea.

Me: So? I know that doesn't happen to you very often but this is not the right time for this.

Jordan: Ohhhh, turn down for what!

Me: -pushes them out- Anyway, Shane's glorious idea is for me to do an interview with My Wattpad love's characters. Would you guys like that? If so, then which characters would you like to have there? Shoot me with your favorites.

Hugs, orange grapes and white bananas.

Ariana G.