Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two: Truth is Revealed

Kyle

“It’s you!” I heard Nyla shouted. Looking in the direction in which she was shouting at. I saw both my mother and sister. Which was she shouting at? I asked myself. Looking back at her, I could see her running down the stairs at an incredible speed that she had almost fallen but I guess the adrenaline was pumping because she didn’t stop. She had quickly held onto the railing and continued running down the steps. Reaching my mother, she gently pushed her out of the way and swung her hand around, and slapped my sister so hard that I could hear the sound echoing off the walls.

“You bitch; you’re the one who pushed me!”

“Yeah, I was the one who pushed you,” my sister spoke with no remorse.

“Why would you do something like that? I thought you were friends?” I asked my sister.

“Friends?” she asked in a mocking tone, “we were not friends.”

“So, you were just pretending?” Nyla asked.

“Yes, I was pretending,” she said with an evil grin on her face.

“Nyla,” I called out before grabbing her hand preventing her from striking my sister again. Turning to my sister, I asked “why did you push her? What was the motive behind you pushing her?”

With hatred in her eyes she spoke, “I hate her, she stole you from me.”

“Bitch you’re so delusional,” Nyla shouted.

“You’re the fucking delusional one,” my sister shouted back at her.

“Shut up the both of you,” I shouted. Their shouting was giving me a slight migraine. “Why do you hate her Emma? And what did you mean she stole me from you?”

“I have always been your little sister, I have always been the one you love and not this skank. Ever since you started dating her, you forgot all about me. I thought that maybe it’s because you want to get to know her more, show that you care so that you could get in her pants but when I saw that you propose to this bitch, I knew I would be placed on the back burner. So, I did what I should’ve done in the first place when I first saw her.”

I could see Nyla boiling with rage. Pushing me to the ground, she grabbed my sister by her hair and started pulling it while slapping her across the face repeatedly whilst shouting, “bitch” over and over again. Getting up from the floor, I pulled both of them apart.

“Stop it the both of you,” I shouted with so much base, that I saw everyone shivered.

“Emma, you know I always love you as my sister and I would never forget you, but what you did was inexcusable and I would never forget what you did.”

“Kyle,” she cried out, “I’m sorry. I am still your sister, I’m still your angel.”

Hearing my sister like that, I knew she had relapsed.

“Emma, you need help. We are going to call back the New York psychiatric center, you have relapsed again.”

“I don’t need any fucking help; I just need her to die so she could leave us alone. She doesn’t deserve to be happy, just like how I wasn’t happy when Andrew left me.”

“Nyla,” I warned when she took a step towards her. Taking out my phone, I dialed a number and waited for a few seconds before speaking into the phone. “Yes, I have someone here who needs help, could you send someone to get her please?” Pausing I spoke again, “sure I will hold.”

“Kyle please, don’t do this, please! I’m fine, don’t send me back there.”

“Emma, you need help sweetheart,” my mom finally spoke up. She had remained quiet throughout the entire ordeal.

“No, I don’t, leave me alone! Leave me alone!” she screamed before running up the stairs. Running after her, I saw her on the ledge ready to jump.

“Emma,” I called out, “don’t do this please, don’t do this to me.”

“I have to you, you’re going to send me away. I don’t want to go back to that cruel place.”

“Okay you don’t have to go back; I won’t let you go back just please come down.”

“You hate me; you hate me for what I did to your girlfriend. You will never forgive me. I don’t see the reason for existence if my brother doesn’t love me no more.”

“I don’t hate you Emma, when I said that, I was just angry. You’re more important than any other girl, just please don’t jump.”

Looking in her eyes, I could see this crazy look. Slowly walking up to her, I gently grabbed onto her and pulled over the ledge while she cried her eyes out on my shoulder. Handing my mother the phone, I mouthed that she should resume the call or call back if they had hung up. Taking the phone from me, she walked away.

Walking to a chair, I placed her to sit down while I gently soothed her. “Kyle I am sorry, I am.” Looking at my sister crying, I knew that she was lying because she was never sorry about anything.

“I know Emma; I know you are.” Looking at Nyla, I saw she had a look of disgust on her face. Offering her a smile, I sent a kiss towards her. Rolling her eyes, she looked away and then look back at me with a smile on her face.

Walking towards me was my mother, handing me my phone she whispered, “they will be here in the next ten minutes,” in my ear.

Lifting my sister’s head off my shoulders, I told her to apologize to Nyla. Looking deep into my eyes, I could see them light up with anger. “I am not going to apologize to her,” she said defiantly.

“Emma, if you want to make this back up to me you would have to do it.”

Looking at Nyla, she softly whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Excuse me, I did not hear that. Could you speak louder?”

“I’m sorry,” she shouted this time.

“You’re not forgiven,” Nyla replied.

“Nyla,” I called out to her.

“I’m sorry Kyle, she almost killed me and my child and you expect me to just forgive her like that?”

“No, but you could at least have said something nicer.”

“I’m not her mother; I’m not going to baby her.”

Sighing, I shook my head at her. She was right, she had almost killed my child and what she did was unforgivable, but I couldn’t say it out loud. I had to make her think that I have forgiven her, even though as much as I hate her now, she was still my sister and her going over a railing to end her life because of what I really had on the tip of my tongue to say to her was not worth it.

“Emma Hernandez?” a deep voice came out. “We are here to collect an Emma Hernandez.”

Hearing her name, Emma tried breaking free from me to run, but I held her tight.

“Here she is,” Nyla called out.

Walking to get her were two burly men. Taking her out of my arms, she was kicking and screaming my name over and over. “Please take care of her,” I told them before they walked away. Walking to the chair, I sat down and buried my head in my hands. I was relieved that who pushed Nyla was revealed but I was also sad that it was my sister. I thought that she had gotten better, but she clearly was still mentally unstable. I could feel someone’s hand raking through my hair. Lifting my head, I saw it was Nyla. Looking towards my mother who was still silent and shocked by everything I said, “Mom, I thought you were the one who pushed Nyla.”

“Why would I do that?”

“What kind of question is that? You hate her.”

“I don’t hate her, well not anymore. Emma had told me things, bad things about her, and I believed it, but I now realize that I was wrong and I need to apologize.” Turning to Nyla, she said while holding out her arms, “I am so sorry sweetheart for the way I had treated you, I hope you can forgive me and that we can move on from this.” Nodding her head, Nyla told her it was okay before hugging her.

“It’s time to leave now,” the owner of the restaurant said, going up to him I handed him a hundred-dollar bill. After we had arrived at the restaurant, I spoke to the restaurant owner. I told them to allow everyone to leave for a couple of minutes because I wanted to do something important there I didn’t want anyone to know about this incident, the owner had agreed.

Leaving the restaurant, we got inside the car. “Mom, how did those guys from the psychiatric ward arrived here so quickly?” I asked.

“I had called another psychiatric ward that was nearby, I know how my daughter is and I know what she is capable of. When she had tried to jump, I knew that I couldn’t call a physiatrist ward that was 10 miles away so I asked Siri to locate one nearby and she did. I called them and told them the situation, and they said that they were ten minutes away.”

Holding onto Nyla’s hand, I brought it towards my lips and kissed it before I rubbed my hand over her belly which picture-perfect was now huge for just one baby. I’m glad all of this is over, and that she has gotten back her memory, for we can finally move on and plan our wedding.