Chapter Fourteen

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The TV was acting as my only distraction. Sometimes being home alone sucked, especially with so much on my mind. All I could do was think about it: the message, my grades. I couldn't help myself; I had to think the worst. It was who I was, a pessimist at heart. Noah hadn't pressed yet, but I knew he was going to when he picked me up later for our movie date.

All I wanted was a night where I could relax and make the thoughts go away but nothing could clear my head. Not even Harry Potter. I put my feet up on the coffee table, slightly alieving the leftover pain from my sprain. It was my own fault for being on my feet all day.

I jumped as I heard the front door slam shut and seconds later Cameron shuffled in, throwing his bag down on the coffee table in front of me. I braced myself. Here it comes.

"So what are we doing about this message?"

He plopped down beside me on the couch, almost sitting on top of me, and put the TV on pause. I rolled my eyes, holding in my laughter.

"I-" I bit my lip, realizing I had no idea what my answer was.

Cameron huffed, "You don't want to answer, do you?"

I shook my head. "Please, I don't want to fight with you. It's not that I don't want to answer, I just don't like diving into the unknown. I like to assess everything, know what I'm getting myself into and I don't with this. There's no way to know and that scares me, Cammy, more than anything."

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "We'll do this together, you don't have to be scared."

"Okay..." I muttered, "let's just think about this for a second though. If we meet her, then what?"

"We have the choice to have a relationship with the woman who gave birth to us." He said like it was simple. I had come to know though that things were never that simple.

"I guess," I shrugged. Every time I closed my eyes I could see her face. The picture of Beth was burned into my mind. There was something intimidating about even the thought of meeting her. It shook me to the core, making a bile rise in my throat.

"She wants to meet us, Samara. Why don't you want to meet her?" Cameron pried, frustrated with me. At least this time he wasn't letting his frustration get the best of him. "She's our mom too."

"Just drop it, Cam," I spat as the door burst open and Lucy ran inside, dropping her backpack on the floor. She was tightly grasping a piece of paper, a big smile on her face. Our parents weren't far behind, talking amongst themselves.

"Look what I made in school today!" Excitedly, she thrust the paper towards Cameron. He pulled her onto his lap, examining the father's day card with sad eyes.

"That's pretty Luc. Aren't you going to hide it so dad won't see?" I asked. Lucy didn't deserve to be punished because of our parents' mistakes.

"Oh yeah!" She hopped off Cameron's lap and ran up the stairs to find the perfect hiding spot.

This year mother's and father's day was just a reminder that we had another mother and father out there somewhere who gave us the gift of life. It was also a reminder that there was less than a month of school left which meant less than a month to get my grades back on track.

Footsteps neared and my mom sat down in the armchair, ready to ask us about our day. She wasn't going to get the answer she wanted. Cameron wasn't about to share the fact that we were in contact with our birth mother, and I wasn't ready to say that my grades were slipping out loud. "How was your day at school?"

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