The word seemed to bounce off the walls over and over again…
At this point, Joe really thought he was in the middle of some reality show… some freakish reality show!
Sammie walked into the room, towards George. Joe thought she looked furious enough to knock out teeth from George’s mouth. Maybe that won’t be a bad idea, hmmm. But the issue at hand…
“Wha-what are you talking about Sammie? What are you even doing here?”
“I’m here to see my father! Or did you all not hear me well?” She spat.
George’s face darkened a shade.
“Or are you going to deny it?”
“Where did you get that… who told you that I am your father?” George asked.
“Is that really what you have to say? Are you reeeally going to deny it?|
“Dad.” They all turned to face Joe. “Is what Sammie’s saying… is it true?”
George sighed deeply and then walked over to the bar, poured himself a glass. This was going to be a long night.
“Oh my goodness! What kind of mess is this?” Gladys had finally found her voice.
“MESS? MESS? YOU CALL THIS A MESS? DON’T YOU THINK YOU ARE THE MESS HERE YOU FILTHY LITTLE…”Mother had ‘awoken ‘.
“Please madam, I’ve put up with your bullshit for long enough. I don’t care if…”
“Are you talking to my mother like that? How dare you, even after…” Joe’s voice rose.
And they started tearing at each other again. George just stood at the bar, sipping from his drink and eying them wryly.
“ARE YOU ALL CRAZY???”
Sammie’s scream shut them all up.
“All my life I have been with my mother. I grew up believing that my father was dead and that was the reason we had to endure so much. And today, here I am, standing in front of my dead father. I didn’t come here to listen to y’all hurl insults and threats to each other. All I need is for George…my father to tell me the truth. ARE YOU MY FREAKING FATHER?”
“Yes, I am your freakingfather. Does that make you happy now?”
There was silence.
George dropped the glass and turned to face them.
“I am your father who left you, yes. But I’m also the father who paid for your education, every bit of it. From your kindergarten to your masters degree overseas. Oh, did you think that your mother’s job could provide all that? Hell no. I did! The food on your table, I provided! The clothes, I provided. The occasional holidays, I provided. I made sure you lacked nothing. So what more do you want from me?”
Sammie’s mouth hung open in shock
“So if you have come here to thank me for all that, then by all means you are very welcome. But don’t you come here talking to me like I’m a useless old man. If you want to point any finger, direct them at Becky!”
“What?” Joe blurted indignantly. “You now want to drag my mother into this! How was she to know that you did all this?
“Drag who? Hahaha. Sweetie, it’s your darling mother that gave me this juicy information, just this evening!”
“Mum?” Joe turned sharply to face his mother. “You knew?”
She looked away.
“Of course she knew. Why did you think she never liked me hanging around you? Gosh, it all makes sense now. Argh! You’re a terrible person. What if Joe and I had… had… argh!”
Joe was having a hard time following the conversation. But he did manage to get some facts straight.
- Sammie was his sister
- His father confirmed it
- His mother didn’t deny it
- This was one screwed up family.
“So what have you achieved by telling her now? Are you trying to ruin me? Ehnn, you stupid woman?”
“Ehn eh eh eh…. Please just shut the hell up Mr. I-can’t-keep-my-pants-on! You brought this on yourself. I warned you back then to ensure she got rid of the child but did you listen?”
Before Joe’s eyes, Sammie had hurled herself at his mum and slapped her. He couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it though, because that was just an awful thing to say. Still, this was his mother.
He stepped in between them and held Sammie who was shrieking, cursing and crying all at once. Joe didn’t really know how to feel. He just held her.
By this time, Gladys had realized that she wasn’t the problem anymore and so she took a seat and watched the ‘drama’ unfold.
George and Becky were exchanging words again. He had no idea of what they were saying, his mind was racing. Sammie had gone limp in his arms and just sobbed. He wished they’d just shut up.
“Ok, in a bid to hear something more constructive than your argument, dad can you tell me how this happened?”
The story was simple. Mum was having issues bearing kids. Dad’s people grew restless. Dad grew restless. Restlessness led to recklessness and a few months later, Sammie was conceived. Somehow mum got pregnant shortly after that, and dad, full of guilt, promised not to bring the child into his house. Raised her at arm’s length blah blah blah… all quite movie like really.
He felt bad for Sammie. She was the victim here and hadn’t asked for any of this. Heck, she didn’t deserve any of this. Somehow he was glad she was his sister, because that would explain (in a way) why they connected so well and were alike in a lot of things. On the other hand, he felt bad for her.
“Errm, I’m sorry to butt into this but… why would George’s people have issues with Becky? I mean, yeah she’s a witch and all (Becky shot her a dirty look) but errrm, how do I put this now?”
“What are you getting at Gladys?” Joe asked.
“Well, you ARE older than Sammie aren’t you?”
Silence returned to the room. And then…
“Hahaha… oh my”
He looked at Sammie who had started to giggle, still in his arms where he held her.
She laughed out loud then, very hearty and loud. Joe suddenly felt cold.
When she managed to get a hold of herself. She sat up and held Joe’s cheek… empathy filled her eyes.
“Don’t you get it Joe? Becky didn’t give birth to you. You’re adopted!”
The word kept ringing in Joe’s ears.
Adopted… Adopted… Adopted… Adopted…