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Chapter 159
Anna
"She's your sister,"
The words echoed in my head over and over again as we rode through traffic.
Celia was sitting in the front seat while Azeal was in the driver seat.
My hands were restrained and so were my legs
The car was quiet, too quiet and it gave me too much space and time to think.
Duncan's eyes when I had told him who I was, had destroyed me more than I thought it would. The image... it hurt too much, that I was the reason there was pain in his eyes and heart
"So, you're my sister?" I whispered.
Celia didn't say anything for the longest time. In fact, at some point I didn't think she would.
"Only by blood," she muttered
"I don't understand. How is this possible? I don't remember having a sister,"
"You were too small to realize." Azeal said.
I glanced at him expecting more but he didn't say anything.
"Prove it. I want proof that this demon is truly my sister," I seethed. It was meant to hurt her but she didn't seem hurt at all. In fact, it was the furthest thing.
Celia cackled in the front seat.
"Believe me, Aviana, no one wants it to be more untrue than mw,"
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks.
I remained silent, my mind reeling.
I wasn't even sure which betrayal hurt the worse, the fact that I had betrayed Duncan or the fact that I had a sister I didn't know about. Just how many secrets did I not know?
We were at the underground of Azeal's place an hour later.
I sat in the living room, still restrained
I had gone through the five stages of grief and was on the sixth one bow.
The need to destroy everything.
I was so angry, I could feel my veins popping.
I was alone waiting for Azeal to come explain himself before I killed him.
Although, it would be hard since I was still restrained.
Just then Celia walked out, a cynical look in her eyes.
I looked away. I wasn't sure of the feelings I was supposed to feel towards her. How can she be my sister?
It made no sense. Yet, I couldn't deny the fact that it did. I had always known she looked familiar, now I knew exactly who she looked like. She looked like my mother, she looked like me before I got all of these surgeries done.
I could feel her eyes on me but I didn't look at her, I was too conflicted.
"Why?" I blurted out as I glanced at her.
She looked up at me with a questioning brow.
Why what?"
Her tone was friendly.
"Why are you working for him? He's a monster," I seethed.
"A monster?" She cackled
"He's a Messiah. He saved me when your mother abandoned me as a child. He's a good man."
I shook my head. "A good man killed over eleven innocent men, two weeks ago including me,"
"And so what?" she spat.
"What did I ever do to you?"
She scoffed and turned, holding something she'd picked up from the table that I was too
"No, tell me. I want to know why you've been such a stuck up bitch even though you knew we were related,"
Her gaze suddenly snapped up to look ay me.
"That... that right there is why I hate your guts, sister." She seethed. "You think you're better than me, you think you're better than everyone!"
I shook my head..."I don't..."
"Yes, you do and I hate you for it," She hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "You got our mother's love. She kept you but gave me up like I didn't matter. Like I was replaceable while she kept her precious human daughter. You weren't a monster like me, you were normal while I needed to be put down,"
I opened my mouth to speak- to try to defend myself but nothing came out. Nothing at all.
I was too stunned to speak.
She blamed me for being chosen?
I didn't even know she was alive or real. I didn't know I had a sister.
Hell, I still didnt know anything. I knew everything but what I wanted to know and she was...jealous?!
"Are you out of your mind?" I spat after processing what she'd just said.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, you fool. Are you out of your mind?" I gritted out, almost disgusted by her reasoning.
She glared.
"You realize I can kill you without a moment's thought, don't you? I'm stronger than you, faster. You didn't get our father's genes. I did and I'm not afraid to use it,"
I had about twenty questions to ask but I chuckled them up in favor of just one.
"I watched our mother die when I was only eight years old, I was alone all my life and you're standing here telling me you're jealous of me? Well, I wish I could exchange lives with you then. Maybe spending your entire life in foster care, being sexually assaulted and wishing for family is something you would have enjoyed!" I screamed, panting and glaring at her with anger.
How could she be so stupid? How could something that was meant to be a beautiful reunion be so...so, Goodman heartbreaking.
I didn't realize when the tears had gathered neither did I realize when they started to fall down my cheeks untill I felt hot liquid on my lap.
Celia was looking at me with an expression I couldn't read. It was a mixture of understanding and hate.
Then she said quietly, "You should save your tears, sister...
because Azeal's about to tell you something that will ruin whatever's left of your heart.