My eyes grow the size of golf balls when the realization slams into me like a bus, Janet is Holly's mother. Why didn't I realize this sooner? I've seen the picture of Holly with her parents, it was my fault that Holly cut because of that photo so many years earlier.
Everything happens so fast. Destinee stares at Holly with a mix of disbelief and fasination, it was as if she was seeing her for the first time. If Janet was Holly's mother then that means Destinee and Holly are...sisters. Half sisters. That also means Holly and I are brother and sister in law, for some reason that I don't understand that thought makes my stomache twist.
Destinee silently stalks out of the room, I sense her confusion and a whole lot of emotions I can't seem to read from her expresion. Holly just sits there frozen, unmoving in my arms; god I hadn't realized how much I missed holding her until now. I shake the thoughts away, I've got to get a grip on this...I'm married for pete's sake! I can't think about these things towards another girl.
No matter how hard I try though, I can't tear my longing gaze at her. She's grown so much that it hurts to think about...wow. Nineteen years old, a year older than I was when I first met her. She still looks beautiful, even looking like a total wreck she does. I started to get that same feeling that I had no name for.
It's the feeling I had right before I'd tried to kiss her five years before.
I pull away from her, not being able to bear resisiting that urge. She looked up at me, her eyes weren't hurt...of course they weren't, this wasn't my Holly. This was someone he didn't even know.
"I'm leaving," Holly muttered through clinched teeth.
Her eyes looked so wrong. They were so stormy with a scary coldness to them, an angry pair of chocolate brown eyes. She raised herself up off the couch and glared daggers at me. "I need pants," she ordered, gesturing to her bare legs. I flew up off my seat and got right in her gorgeous face, we were barely inches apart.
"You. Are. Not. Leaving!" I yelled.
She shoved me back, I stumbled to gain my balance, almost crashing into a lamp. I lunged at her and grabbed her by her arm...rough and fiercly.
"Get the fuck off me. Stay out of my life!" she screamed.
I just got her back...there was no way in hell I was letting her leave me again. I remained there, almost mocking the words she'd just said.
"Get off me or I'm calling the cops," she ordered.
"And tell them what? You're a drug dealing, bank robbing slut?" I spat.
She whipped her open palm across my cheek, a stinging pain was all that was left behind. She yanked away from me and stormed towards the door.
"I hate you!" she screamed while walking out and slamming the door behind her.
Those last words she'd said...those three simple words. Crushed my soul into tiny fragments.