Chapter 82 It all came crashing
Uriel's POV
Have you ever felt like the world was against you?
Like your existence was a mistake or a karma for things you must've done in your past life?
Have you felt like you were always going to lose and never ever win?
I feel you.
I felt all those things and much more.
My bag fell weakly to the ground as I saw my little pink box, sitting on the counter.
My mother folded her arms, glaring at me.
"You finally got caught. Now they can all see who you truly are." She chuckled.
Slowly, I dragged my leg on the ground, my eyes pinned on the pink box. My lips trembled, my eyes too red, you'd think I was being possessed by a demon.
"W...why is my safe box outside?" I managed to croak out, my voice barely holding up.
"You cheated on your exams? Honestly, I didn't expect less from you. You've always been a cheat, sleeping with your teachers to get a good grade." She scoffed
"Why the fuck is my safe box out!" I screamed with all my might.
My father rolled out, looking between all three of us - Emma who stood quietly, watching the drama unfold, my mother who glared at me in shock and me, the heartbroken.
My heart sank when I opened the box to find everything gone. Every-fucking-thing!
"Where's all my money?" I raised my eyes up, glaring daggers at my mother. "Where's - ow!"
Her hands collided with my face, sending my head turning to the side.
"How dare you?" She sneered, anger laced in her voice.
"What did you do, Faith?" My father yelled.
"What? I took what rightfully belonged to me. How could she live in my house, eat good food and still hid all those money. Big money at that."
"I worked for it. I worked for all of it!" I cried, my hand gummed to the side of my face. "You can't say I didn't give you a share of it because I did. I did everything you ever asked of me but it's never enough with you! WHY?!"
"Uriel..."
"Leave me alone, Father. I want to know why Mother and Emma hates me so much!" My voice was hard.
"Whatever." My mother rolled her eyes, throwing the pink box to the ground. "You can't stay in my house anymore. I can't live with an exam cheat. I bet you'll have no future after that."
"An exam cheat?" My dad looked at me, his eyebrow furrowed. The tears increased, my eyes blurry. "What's that?"
"That's Uriel, dad. Your precious darling stole the answer sheet to our exam."
"I didn't. You know I didn't. You framed me. You and the principal. You did it because I threatened to expose you two after catching the both of you making out.
My mother rushed to the middle, raising her hand to slap me again but my father caught it - much to my surprise. He held her hand for a while, his face squeezed from pain.
"Father!" I cried, my eyes wide open as I watched him stand.
He groaned loudly, falling back to his chair. "Are you out of your mind, Faith? Don't hit the girl again."
"Are you fucking deaf? How do you expect me to stand here and watch her accuse my daughter of immoral acts?" Faith screamed.
"Where's your proof, Uriel?" Emma frowned, walking up to me. "You don't have anything but words. At least I wasn't the one who caught you. The teachers did. The principal, everyone."
"Because you had it all planned. You've been after my life since we were little. You've been creating hell for me."
"Because you didn't fucking know how to stay on your lane! Gosh, you were such an annoying kid, always wanting to be perfect!" She eyed me up and down, disgust and jealousy evident in her facial expression.
"I loved you like a sister."
"Oh spare me that. You wanted to steal all the love away." She folded her arms.
"I didn't! The only thing I wanted was to be close to you and mother. I wanted us to all be one." My voice broke.
"We can never be one." My mother said through gritted teeth.
"Why not?" My father asked.
"Because I hate her!" My mother yelled, losing her cool.
"Faith!"
"Why am I wasting my time here. Leave my house. I can't be identified as the mother of a cheat." My mother held my arms.
I scoffed, looking down. My heart boiled. "Really? How could you even say that when you're a cheat yourself?"
My blood had ran cold at this point. I had reached the peak of my emotion where all I could feel was nothing.
Tears flowed, anger boiled but my heart had hardened into a stone. Rage had taken the gear.
She paused, her eyes growing wild.
"You've been the one cheating on father for months, if not years. You've been the one going out with men while your husband stayed at home, believing you were being loyal."
"So? And so what? Can Paul do half the things they do?" She snapped. "He's just a fucking vegetable! He doesn't do shit for me and so I do not owe him any single form of loyalty. He doesn't pay my fucking bills!"
My father's head fell to his laps. "Is that what you're saying, Faith?"
"Yes. Will you beat me? You're already a dead man, waiting to rot on that wheelchair and die. No one's coming to save you, Paul." She charged at him.
"You're hurting him!" I cried, going to kneel close to my father.
"And you didn't? You knew for a long time and kept it to yourself until this moment. You don't even care about his feeling! Because it didn't affect you, you didn't care."
"It affected me. You don't know how much it affected me, mother. I was going to tell him..." I turned to my father. "I'm so sorry, father. I promise I was going to tell you."
Fresh tears streamed down by cheek as I looked up at my father. A tear slipped down one of his eyes.
"And you did."
Huh?
He turned to me, holding my hand, "I got the letter. The one you wrote." He scoffed, looking down. "I can't lie, I was broken. I questioned where I went wrong but couldn't find any answer." He raised his head up slowly, pinning his gaze on my mother, "so Faith, where exactly did I go wrong?"
My lips quivered, my eyes on my mother too. I also wanted to know.
"Good question," my mother chuckled darkly, her eyes turning cold. Slowly, she turned her head to me, pinning her gaze there. "It's all because of her."
"Faith -"
My father charged forward but I held him back.
"She's 18 already! She needs to know."
My eyes fluttered, "know what?"
"Faith, I beg you. Don't -"
"You asked for me for a reply." My mother snapped her head to my direction again, "it started the day you brought this child home! I told you I didn't want her in our home as I already had a three months old child, Emma. Do you remember Emma?"
My whole body froze. My head was spinning.
"I...I am -"
"Yes. You are not my child. Nor his. You're the child of a man who denied you and a woman who abandoned you to go sleep with other men," her words hit my chest like a brick being thrown to a soft foam.
Hard.
My chest heaved up and down, my breath ragged.
Slowly, I stood up, looking between everyone.
"That's not true." I shook my head, turning to my father. "She's lying to me, right? She just wants to hurt me. Emma is my twin and we - you gave birth to me, mother."
"It goes to show how stupid you are. How would you come out 3 months after Emma. Didn't that story sound weird to you? Foolish girl." She chuckled, rolling her eyes.
No.
Nooooo.
"Oh my goodness!" I clutched my chest, staggering back. "Father ..."
"I'm sorry, Uriel. I - I was going to tell you sooner."
"How soon?!" I yelled. "For 18 years!"
"Please calm down. I can explain everything. I can -"
Covering my mouth, I turned on my heels and ran out of the house landing right into the front of a moving vehicle. My heart skipped into my mouth.
It's flashlight shone in my eyes, the sound of its screeching tire filling my eardrums before I saw black.
The End?