Thwarted… ce finis

Joe laughed.

That had to be the most absurd statement he had ever heard. Him? Adopted? Rubbish!

Eiyaah, Sammie must still be in some shock. How could she conclude that he was… but wait a minute, why were his parents not saying anything?

“Mum? Dad?”

Becky looked away, George had a blank stare.

“Oh my goodness! MUM!!! DAD!!! Are you freaking kidding me? I AM adopted?”

“You’re my son and I raised you as such. That’s the important thing, and not who birthed you.”

Joe looked at his father and realized that this was no joke.

Joe re adjusted his not-too-long-ago-straight facts.

1. Sammie was NOT his sister
2. His father (who really WASN’T his father) confirmed it
3. His mother (who also WASN’T really his mother) didn’t deny it
4. He had grossly underestimated how screwed up his (this) family was.

“Okay”.

He gently let go of Sammie and got up to leave.

“I’m so sorry about…about everything Joe.” Gladys took a step towards him.

“Don’t be. You should feel better anyway. I mean, you d didn’t really cheat on me with my father! Just some randy old man with no control.”

“How dare you?”

“How dare I?? How dare you?” They faced off. Father and errm, ‘not son’!

“You’ve taken my fiancée and now you tell me that I’ve lived a lie all my life and you tell me how dare me?”

“Jonathan please calm down. This doesn’t change anything, you’re still our son.” Becky stepped in between them.

Joe looked into her eyes and found sadness tangled with lingering hope.

“I have to go. I’ll call you when I can wrap my head around this”

And with that, Joe walked briskly, without a backward glance. Heart heavy and his thoughts in a million and one places.

Joe never called.

In fact, he never had the chance to.

His car was found later that same night. Terrible accident. No survivors.

Sammie left the country.

Gladys had a miscarriage.

George left her.

Becky kept on tormenting George

Thwarted indeed huh!

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“I’m soooo glad everything worked out well”

“Really babe! It’s been eight happily-married-after-months and you still haven’t gotten over THAT?”

“Well, it’s just fun to think of you know.”

“Hmmm, I guess so.”

Hmmm.

“I wonder if George will ever find out that you had known about everything all along.”

“Hmmm, I doubt he will. The only other person that knows is his daughter who I happen to be married to.”

“Oh yeah, sooo glad we’re not remotely related. You’re a pain in the ass as it is.”

“Crazy lady! Plus we won’t have been able to make away with all that dough either”

“Yeah…hmmmm”

“Goodnight Sammie”

“Sweet dreams Joe”

The REAL End! 🙂