Chapter Twelve

Welcome to Hell

            Was Ya-ya telling the truth? What if she isn’t? I couldn’t even remember what a lie was anymore. If a lie is when you don’t tell the truth then what exactly is the truth? These were the questions that haunted me when we arrived back in Connecticut where undoubtedly my mother and sister would be waiting for me to justify my unexplained absence.

I barely stepped through the front door before hearing, “Where the hell were you?”

“Vicky please, I’ll handle this,” said my mom. “What the hell were you?!” reiterated my mother.

“I… was—.”

“She was spending the last few days with me,” interjected Ava.

“And who exactly are you?” asked my mother scrupulously.

“My name is Ava. I’m Derwin’s sister,” she replied.

“I didn’t know he had a sister.”

“I was given up for adoption when I was very young which is why I haven’t been around,” said Ava smoothly with just the right amount of pain in her voice.

“Oh I’m sorry. Please come in and sit down.”

            I can’t believe my mom just gave in that quickly. If I came home alone she would’ve ripped me to shreds.

            My mother demanded Ava’s whole life story and that gave Vicky and me a chance to slip away for the real story.

            I explained everything starting from the moment mom told me Ted would be my babysitter. I blabbed about the escape to Maine and ranted about the awkward encounter with Derwin and Lacey.

“Damn,” said Vicky.

“I know.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Me either.”

“I can’t believe there is something you’re not telling me,” smirked Vicky.

“No there isn’t.”

I’m a terrible liar in case that wasn’t obvious.

“Stop lying. You’re not good at it.”

“Ok fine. Ya-ya told me some things that I really did not want to hear and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well you sorta just started talking about it now so you can’t leave me hanging like that,” she replied stubbornly.

“Why are you so hard-headed?”

“Don’t change the subject! What did Ya-ya tell you?”

            I sighed in defeat and delved into the whole phone conversation I had with Ya-ya. I hadn’t realized I started crying until the tears dripped onto my neck.

“That’s a lot to take in,” Vicky said carefully. “Do you believe her?”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” I replied.

“I hear that. Things used to be so much easier. The only things we used to stress about were whether or not a cute guy noticed us and what we should wear to school the next day. Nothing’s been the same since dad died.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Why is our life so complicated?”

“I honestly wish I knew. It would make things a hell of a lot easier.”

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