The Parent Trap

Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The moment I answered the phone; I was already regretting it. Amy didn’t even greet me; she just went off on me as soon as I said Hello.

I blocked out her rant about how irresponsible I was being, how I walked into the lion’s den and didn’t even know it. The more she went on the more I just blocked out.

I stepped farther onto the balcony and leaned against the railing. Looking at the moon.

It looked so peaceful. It was a crescent moon. A part of me wondered what it was like to have the kind of peace where I could shut my brain off. Where I didn’t have constant question, where I wasn’t wondering who I was. Where there wasn’t a big hole in who I was.

For some reason, the mere thought of ever feeling that way didn’t feel as far away as it used to. I was close. So close to finding out who I was.

"Amy?" I call out after she goes quiet.

"Are you sure you still want to stay with the Jacobs family?" she asks.

My stomach churned. "Yes I am..." I was sure. I wanted to stay with Chase and Stella. But I wasn’t sure if I’d get answers or bring danger right to his doorstep.

This time Amy is silent, she doesn’t say anything for a long time.

I check my phone and see she’s still on the line.

I was just about to call out her name when she speaks again.

"Dammit all I thought I told you not to stay there." her voice sounded strained. Like she was trying to stay calm.

I closed my eyes. I was tired. "Amy this isn’t your decision to make. This isn’t your life. It’s mine..." I remind her.

"It may not be my life, but if I remember correctly, you were nothing, remember I saved you..."

"Amy..." I try to speak but she cuts me off.

"No." her voice sharp. "You need to leave the fucking house Carly. I’m trying to save you from yourself. You have no idea how fucked up this is..."

I frowned. "Amy, what exactly is going with you? What is your problem with Chase?"

"My problem is you aren’t listening to me. God damn it. Why the hell won’t you listen to me?" she began breathing heavily. fгeewebnovёl.com

She didn’t even sound like Amy anymore. Amy was always patient and nice to me. She sounded like a stranger right now. Was she still the same person? Amy wasn’t exactly my friend, but she was there for me through everything. When I was learning to walk again, when I was learning to be someone again after what happened to me.

Now I didn’t know if she was telling me to stay away from Stella and Chase for my own benefit or for hers.

Did she know about Stella? About my connection to Chase?

Honestly, I didn’t know if I could trust Amy anymore. Not after seeing that picture and video I saw earlier. Every clue led me to have more questions. The only thing I know for sure is I wasn’t normal. I was done listening to Amy and accepting her demands or suggestions without any answers.

"No. I’m done just listening to you without any answers. I want answers Amy and I know you have some of them." I snapped.

Amy fell silent.

I rarely disagreed with her; Amy always had my back. She rarely ever had demands; all she wanted was for me to move on with my life.

"Excuse me?" she asks in shock.

"You heard me, Amy. I was done listening. I want answers." My palms were sweaty, and I was panting. "Why are you trying to keep me away from my daughter?" I asked.

Amy gasped. But didn’t say anything...

"Amy?" I called out.

Still, she didn’t respond.

My grip on my phone tightened.

Tears began falling from my eyes. "Did you know?" my voice broke.

She still didn’t answer me. But her silence was enough for me to know that she knew. But I needed to hear her say it.

My heart was pounding out of chest.

"Did you know Stella was my daughter?" I asked once again.

My stomach dropped. She knew. She knew that’s why she wanted me to stay away from Chase. It was because she didn’t want me finding out Stella’s my daughter.

But why? Why? How did she know?

"Amy." My voice trembled. "How did you know?" I asked.

For a couple of seconds all I heard was her erratic breathing.

"Jesus Carly what did you do?" her voice broke.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done? What the hell did you do?" she kept rambling. I couldn’t hear what she was saying anymore.

"What do you mean?"

"Fuck. Nothing... Shit."

"Amy." My voice dropped. "What aren’t you telling me?" I ask.

"Are you taking your medication?" she asks out of nowhere changing the subject.

I was stunned silly by how fast she changed the subject. "What?"

"Are you taking it? Did you refill your script?" she demanded to know.

"What does me taking my medication have to do with why you kept me having a daughter from me?"

"Answer my question, Carly. Are you taking your medication?" she asks.

"No. I stopped taking them after I ran out and didn’t have a chance to refill my script." I tell her honestly.

Amy laughing startles me. It was so sudden I thought she was losing her mind.

She sounded like she was exhausted and like she was defeated, like she’d given up. "Of course you stopped taking them. It must have been his idea right..."

"What is going on Amy?" I asked.

She ignores my question and goes off on another rant. "I didn’t sign up for this shit."

I froze at her tone.

"I knew I wasn’t supposed to take on this job, but you promised me, it would be easy. Nothing was fucking easy. Why the fuck did it have to be me? Why the hell did you choose me. Wid..." she cuts herself off.

Her rant might have slipped out, but it hit me like a freight train. My entire being went still.

Neither of us said anything. The silence felt deafening. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. My hands were trembling.

"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The other end was so quiet I couldn’t even hear her breathing anymore.

Amy laughed nervously, the laugh sounded terribly fake. "I didn’t say anything. Ignore me. I’m tired I worked a 12-hour shift and running on fumes." she was lying to me.

I didn’t know what she was trying to say at the end. But it felt strange, like a little familiar and my brain was trying to fill in the blanks.

"Amy don’t lie to me..."

Amy immediately became defensive. "You’re mistaken. I’ve never lied to you."

"So not telling me I have a child isn’t lying to me?" my voice came out harsh.

"Carly..."

"No." I cut her off. "Don’t say anything if you’re going to lie to me again. Tell me the truth for once for God’s sake."

Her breathing grew heavy and fast again. I knew she was getting frustrated with our conversation.

"Some things should stay buried Carly. You need to stop this."

A cold shiver ran down my spine. "What do you mean Amy?" I ask.

Once again, she doesn’t answer me. She’s quiet.

"Amy..."

"You need to stop digging into your past Carly..." for the first time since I’ve met her Amy sounds scared. No not scared terrified. "You need to stop asking questions." she adds.

I feel sick. "Why?"

For the first time I wasn’t sure if Amy was trying to protect me or protect herself. Was she keeping me sheltered to protect herself from

"Carly I’m sure you won’t like the answers you get."

Before I could even open my mouth to question her. "Oh, and tell Chase something for me..."

My heart drops. "What?" I manage to whisper out.

"Tell Chase to call off his little dog."

I frowned confused. "What dog?" I asked.

"You know exactly who I’m talking about."

Michael.

She meant Michael Chase’s assistant. She knew Chase was looking into my past. The realization hit instantly.

My blood ran ice cold.

How did she find out Michael was investigating my past and her?

"Tell him to stop looking into me and your past Carly before you regret it." she warns

My hands trembled at her warning, my phone nearly slipping out of my hand, I had to hold it with both hands.

"Amy..."

"If Chase still wants assistants head attached to his body, he’ll tell him to stop digging into things that have nothing to do with him."

It sounded like more than a threat. It sounded like she would follow through with it.

My breath caught.

For a moment, I genuinely wondered if I was dreaming and I’d wake up and Amy would go back to being the nice nurse who helped me when I had no one.

Then the line went dead before I could say anything.

Jesus what was I mixed up in.

My chest felt tight.

I felt like I was having a damn heart attack.

Amy knew Michael was looking into her, she knew Stella was my daughter but never told me about it.

She knew more than she was letting on, she even threatened Chase...

And worst of all she didn’t sound like a damn nurse. She didn’t sound like the woman I’ve known for the last three years. The woman who helped me when I had no one. She sounded like someone else entirely. She sounded like someone dangerous.

Where did I go wrong? Had I trusted the wrong person?

What did I do?

I stared down at the dark phone screen. It reminded me of how I felt. I felt like a blank sheet of paper for so long. Looking for answers about my past now, I wasn’t sure if I wanted answers anymore.

Who the hell was I before I was found outside the hospital?