Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Chapter 49

I hesitantly replied, "I-i w-was drunk last night." There was a look of shock on Mama and Papa's faces, while Pershey just stared at me.

You're happy now? Huh! If you're not my sister, my palms would have touched your smooth face! I'm jealous of you, Pershey! Be thankful because we are sisters, only HALF.

"You drunk ?!" Papâ shouted so I covered my ears.

“S-sorry,” I apologized. "I-it's b-boring because i-in Per-Señorita's mansion, U-uncle," I answered in a broken voice. It's true. It's so boring here in the mansion. It was even more fun to live in a small house especially if the family was always happy than in a mansion where I was almost deaf to the silence.

"She was drunk, Dad," Pershey said as she looked at me.

Is she teasing? My half-sister, I'm being destroyed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again. I don't want Mama and Papa to get mad at me. Only now have I disobeyed their orders. I thought they would not come. Pershey’s debut is still tomorrow so I thought about having a drink last night. I didn't want to get drunk. I drank very little. It's because of Leighden. She was the only reason why I drank. My intention really was to just spend time at Vin Café in case I got a little bored so I ordered wine then I saw Leighden. We drank until I was a little drunk. To my surprise, Leighden had already drunk three bottles of beer but she wasn't drunk. Will her stomach be iron?

"Let's talk later, Bria, okay?" I just nodded at what Mama said. I knew she was angry because she found out I was drinking. If Pershey hadn’t just been talkative, they wouldn’t have known that I drank. It's just that, they're angry, what if they see my tattoo?

Shit! Disgusting day!

I went back to my room. Mama ordered me to rest so I came back here.

I just sat on the bed while my mind floated.

Things bother me I shouldn't even think about.

'Why don't they want Pershey to know?'

I lay down for a while and closed my eyes when suddenly there was a knock so I immediately sat up in bed.

"Bria," Mama called so I immediately got up to open the door.

"Mama," I said softly when I saw her across the door. I let her into my room and closed the door tightly. Pershey might hear what Mama and I are talking about.

She sat on the bed while looking around. I just stood there while looking at her.

"Why aren't you resting yet, Mama" ​​I asked. I came a little closer because I was still skeptical of her. She was obviously angry when she found out what I did but she wasn’t angry when I said that Pershey’s sleeping pills mixed with the milk she gave me.

Unfair! She really loves Pershey more than me! Pershey is even more important to them while I am their daughter and not Pershey!

She should be worried about me because sleeping pills might have a bad effect but instead of worrying, she was just surprised and even angry with me when Pershey told them that I drank last night.

Why? Pershey is also drunk! Why aren't they angry with Pershey even though they know Pershey often drinks alcohol and stays up at night?

Unfair! They are unfair to me!

She raised an eyebrow when she looked at me and screaming asked, "Who allowed you to get drunk ?! Huh! Bria !?"

"Ah-ma-i—" My tongue was almost bent as I spoke. I also almost had a headache at the thought of being blamed for her.

"I'm sending you here to guide Pershey and to take a vacation with your sister," she stopped first and stood up. "Then that's what you're doing here, since we're not by your side!" She looked at me with eyebrows still meeting. "You're getting stubborn, Bria! You're not here to do things like that! You're not here to be like the other girls! You're here to—"

"To be Pershey's assistant," I replied so she never finished what she was going to say. Her forehead furrowed even more as she stared at me.

"Maid?" she asked. I laughed slightly in annoyance before sitting up in bed.

"Isn't it? You're sending me here to serve Pershey," I replied. I laugh in annoyance. "To serve Pershey — Doña — Señorita," I added.

"You're not here to be a maid, Bria. What kind of thinking is that huh ?! Why are you thinking that ?! You're here because your sister needs you!"

"Sister ?!" I laughed softly again. "My sibling?" I laughed again. "She's just my father's daughter!"

"She's your sister, Bria!"

"Half-sister, Mama," I corrected.

I lay down on the bed and looked at Mama who was standing.

"Let me rest, Mama," I said softly. She sat down next to me.

“It’s wrong to behave like that, Bria,” she said. I haven't spoken yet. "Even if she's just your father's daughter, just your half-sister, plant it in your heart and mind that she's your sister, Bria. Pershey is still your sister," she said to me. I was unable to speak. I don't know what to say. I just can't accept the fact that they more than love her than me. I am their biological daughter and Pershey was just Papa's daughter. I just can't believe that they love her more than me

She have everything she wants but what about me? So unfair

"Shall we love each other? She doesn't love me as her sister," I justified. "Why?" I waited for what she would say but she did not answer. "Because she didn't know we were sisters," I added.

I noticed that she sighed deeply that made me feel uncomfortable. She turned her back on me so I couldn’t see the expression on her face.

"You're hiding her true identity from her, Mama. Believe it or not, I'm confused and sad because you don't know what's going on and how Pershey is feeling," I seriously said.

She was silent so I was silent too. I didn't want to say those but those words just came out of my mouth.

"I notice in her that even if she doesn't say it, she's sad and confused around her. I can feel that, Mama. You don't know what's going on in Pershey's daily life because you're not around her."

I noticed she rubbed her face so I didn’t speak first. I barely felt sad. It seems like I feel sorry for saying those. I know tears flowed on her face because of what I said but I'm just being honest. Those are the truths that they didn't know.

Why does my mouth have no brakes? I am word for word!

I get up. I looked at her even though she turned her back on me.

I wanted to touch her but I couldn’t. I wanted to hug her and apologize for what I said but I couldn't either. I was holding myself back because I knew what I said was right. I just want them to tell Pershey the whole truth.

I wanted to caress her back but I couldn't either so I took a deep breath and asked, "Mama, why haven't you told her who she really is? Why do you have to hide the whole truth from her? "

She was immediately silent and just looked at me. I saw her puffy eyes as she looked at me. There were still tears on her cheeks so I felt pain in my chest.

"I don't want her to hate us when she finds out the truth. I don't want her to be angry with us because we hid her true identity," she replied in a calm but sad tone of voice.

I touched her wet cheeks and forced a smile to ease her sadness.

I stared at her when tears suddenly dripped from her eyes so the smile disappeared from my lips. Most I hate of all is to see her cry. I don't want to see my parents cry and I hate it! I hate myself! I made her cry because of my words...but I was right by saying those. It hurts and sucking but those are the truths.

I rubbed it on and caressed her cheeks. I forced myself to smile again and said, "She loves you so much, Mama. I notice that and it won't change even if she knows the whole truth."

She looked away from me and looked down.

"We don't want her to be separated from us. She doesn't need to know anymore. I'm happy that I'm with her even ..." she sniffed and rubbed her cheek. "... she's not my real daughter. I love her, Bria, I love you both," she continued so I didn't hesitate to hug her.

I felt her tight hug on me so I caressed her back. My tears also dripped a little but I wiped them away immediately.

"When I caught up with her at the dining table, she was alone and stunned. I knew she was feeling something in those moments. Even if she didn't say it, I know how she felt, Mama. It's really sad to eat alone," I stopped for a moment. "I knew she was looking for fun too. I used to feel that she was feeling heavy as she looked at the benches. I wanted to ease her but I couldn't," I continued. I knew she was listening to what I said. Mama was quiet. “She loves you dearly and a child’s love for his/her parent will never change,” I added. I waited for Mama to speak but she still didn't say a word so I slowly let go of the hug.

I almost laughed when I saw that she was asleep.

I laid her on the bed and hugged her.

I just sat next to her while watching her. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly as I stared at her.

I parted her hair behind her ear. I smiled and and kissed her on the forehead.

I rearranged the blanket that covered her before I got out of bed.

I left the room and closed the door.

Mama fell asleep while I was telling the story. It's also good that she doesn't cry anymore.

I didn't want to see her cry but there was nothing I could do. I knew she had reduced her feelings so she cried. I just want Pershey to know the truth.

Maybe Mama is right. She no longer needed to know the whole truth.

I went down to the first floor to talk to Papa. He may still be in the living room and he may still sleep there.

I was right. Papa was in the living room and lying on the sofa. He was asleep so I didn't want to wake him up yet. I just covered the blanket on him so he wouldn't get cold.

I sat on the floor as I stared at him. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at him. I kissed him on the forehead before I left and went back to the room.

I need to rest now. It's my turn to rest. Even if I want to stop myself, I couldn't. I know I was right for telling her about Pershey. She's right. She's really right that Pershey is my sister. She's still.my sister somehow though we have different mother.

Maybe I just need to believe Mama but it is sucking to lie.