Help Me // z.m

Chapter 35

Zayn and I walked down the hallways as I told him what I figured out.

"Zayn, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah."

"I think I should tell her."

"Tell who?"

"Margaret! Her daughter is alive and she doesn't even know. And Sara is Chris' daughter which actually explains a lot."

"What's the point in telling Margaret?"

"Because she hasn't seen her in years and thought she was dead. What's wrong with you?"

He sighed and continued looking forward.

"Why aren't you surprised that Chris is Sara's father?"

"I am."

"No, you aren't."

He looked down at the floor. I stopped walking and he stopped when he realised I wasn't beside him.

"You knew," I said.

"What?"

"You knew that Chris was her father! And you didn't tell me."

He ran a hand through his hair and took a few steps towards me.

"Emily, please. It wasn't important."

"Yes it was. You could've told me."

"Sorry, okay? But it doesn't matter now."

"Then what are we going to do?"

"Nothing. There's nothing to do."

"What about Margaret? Shouldn't she know?"

"No. Things will get even more complicated than they already are."

"She has a right to know."

"It's for her own good," He said and then the bell rang. He kissed my cheek and walked down the hallway to his next class.

***

I sighed as I stood in front of Margaret's door. I knocked on the wooden door and waited patiently for her. She soon came to the door, surprised to see me.

"Oh, Emily hello. What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

She opened the door wider so I could walk through. We both entered the living room and sat on the couch.

"Is something wrong?"

"I, um, I have to tell you something important."

"Okay," she sat patiently and waited for me to continue.

I sighed and nervously played with my fingers.

What if Zayn was right and I shouldn't tell her? I mean, he knows more about the situation than I do. What if this does make things worse?

I looked up at the picture of Sara as a little girl and then over at Margaret.

I have to tell her.

"Margaret, this is about your daughter. Sara, right?"

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked taken back.

"How do you know her name? I never told you."

"I figured it out. The point is she's alive."

Margaret gasped and stood up.

"What are you talking about? Why are you doing this to me?"

"It's true. She goes to my school, I've seen her. Sara Stryker."