1Chapter 4
A couple months later I was talking to Serenity on the phone when someone knocked at my door, "Hold on real fast Ser." I covered the phone before saying, "What?"
"Somebody is at the door," Evelyn told me as she walked in.
"Tell them to call me later. I'm busy."
"He says it's urgent," she told me with a worried expression on her face.
"He?" I whispered to myself. "Uh, sure. I'll be down in a moment. Or actually, better yet, just go ahead and send him upstairs."
"Sure thing, sis." She walked out of the room and I got back on the phone.
"I gotta go, Ser. Someone's here and he says it's urgent."
Her reaction was the same as mine, "He?"
"Yeah. Guess I'll find out whom in a second. I'll call you later. Bye." She said goodbye and we both hung up.
I got up to put the phone in its cradle and walked back to my bed, sitting down, and waiting. After a few minutes the door opened to reveal-
Ryan?
I stuttered, "what-what are you doing here?"
"Well, your sister told me you told her to tell me to come up here, so here I am," he flatly stated.
"You know damn well what I mean. What the hell are you doing at my house? My sister says it's urgent. What could you possibly have to tell me that's 'urgent'?" I asked.
"It's about Chris. I wanted to tell you the truth behind him and his family. Is that okay, Miss Namath?" He asked, sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. Want to take a walk? Or will here be fine?"
"Preferably walking. We could be interrupted so many times here and I need to tell you now."
I didn't bother to remind him that we could be interrupted while walking. "Sure, okay." I looked around to see if I needed anything, saw nothing, and began to walk out.
"Uh, are you going to change?" He casually asked me.
"What?" I looked down and saw I was in mini shorts and a tight spaghetti strap tee. "Oh. Yeah, let me throw on some sweats real fast." I did so, and we were walking along side each other 10 minutes later.
"So what is so damn 'urgent'? I mean, what could you possibly have to tell me about his family?"
"You can't get back together with him," he bluntly told me.
"Excuse me?" I whispered, glaring. "Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me who I can or cannot date?! I don't even know you!"
"No-but I know you. I'm shocked you don't even remember me. We use to be best friends in elementary school."
"I don't remember jack from then, and I don't care to. All I know is that this guy I don't even know claims he's an ex-best friend that is telling me who I can and cannot date," I told him.
"Okay, when you put it that way, it sounds bad, but there's one reason-"
"What?" I interrupted him. "What reason could there possibly be for me not to be with him? We love each other."
"Incest." He looked at me to see how I was taking the answer. I just laughed, surely believing I heard wrong. "I'm serious."
I went mute and just stared at him for a minute. Then, "incest?" I whispered. "How? Who? When? Where? Why?" I asked all at once.
"Sex. Dad. 21 years ago. California. Love." He answered every one of my questions.
I nearly fainted and Ryan seemed to notice since he grabbed my arm and asked if I was okay.
"We made love. I made love with my brother?" He merely nodded. "Why do you know all this? Why do you know this and I don't?"
"His mother met our fathers in college. There was a whole love-triangle feud thing goin' on. Both of our fathers wanted his mother, except yours did for more emotional reasons. My father and your father used to be best friends- inseparable. Then Chris's mom came in the picture. Both of our parents fell in love with her, I assume, but she couldn't have both, obviously, so she made a choice. My dad wouldn't tell me why, but she chose your father. He told me that he was so damn pissed off about it, that he would do anything to break up the relationship, and he did. He told her some lie, I guess, about him and vice versa. Anger was everywhere and eventually they split up. I don't know the whole story, but I do know that your father never even knew Chris was his son. After that, your parents met, and the rest is history. Now, you see, why it wouldn't be right for you two to be together."
"I had sex with my brother," I whispered. "Did he even know I was his sister?"
"No, he didn't. Not at the time anyway. When he left, it was because he found out, not because he was engaged. He didn't get engaged until later and it wasn't out of love, it was to forget you, or so he says, anyway. He didn't have the heart to tell you, so he thought the next best thing would be to run off. He really did have good intentions at heart, you know."
"This is unbelievable. It's insane. I need to talk to him and my father both. Yours too. Come with me." I grabbed his arm and we ran back to my house. I got on the phone and dialed Chris's number, but he didn't answer.
"Damn," I muttered. I picked up the phone again and dialed my father's number. He answered,
"Hello?"
"Dad? It's me. I'm coming over, all right? Get that girl out of the house- I don't need to see her. I'm bringing two guests. I don't want any questions. It's important. I'll see you in a few minutes," I said and hung up without any response. I turned to look at Ryan who was gaping at me.
"You talk to your father like that?"
"No, this is an emergency though," I told him.
"Oh. Well, two people? Who's the other?" I handed him the phone and told him to call his father. He scowled at me before obeying.
20 minutes later we were at the doorstep of his home. He reached for the doorknob, but he wasn't the one to open it. In front of us stood his father.
"H-hello, sir," I stuttered.
"Hello, Miss Namath. How are you? And your father?"
"Fantastic, I'm sure. We need you to come with us," I demanded boldly after regaining my composure.
He nodded and started walking towards his car. "I'll follow you. Go ahead." Ryan and I got into Ryan's car before driving off to my fathers house.
When we arrived, I realized something and worded it to Ryan. "He never told me," I simply stated.
"Who never told you what?" He asked me.
"Chris. Me and Chris were talking. I told him to tell me everything, but he didn't. He left out that detail." Chris looked at me with sympathy clearly written all over his face. "Don't feel sorry for me," I told him as I knocked on my father's door.
The door opened to reveal my father dressed in a black suit. "What's up with the suit?" I asked him. He didn't answer me; he just stared at the man behind me- his ex-best friend.
After a few minutes, he regained his voice and said, clearly with anger and betrayal in his voice, "W-what are you doing here?"