Chapter 100. The Horror the Truth Brings

I sat down, quietly and soon my father sat opposite me. I had a thousand questions, and I realized, although I may have loved my mother in ways I couldn't explain before, that love was faded, and filled with hate.

“Tell me, I want to know,” I pleaded. I was supposed to be mad at him, despite everything around me and demanding an explanation, but I wasn't. I wanted to hear what he had to say, and the answer to my question.

“Your birth mother is alive and ….” He paused as he looked at me.

“And what?” I asked.

“Your Birth mother is Ava king,” he said and my eyes widened, as I stood up angrily, I looked at her as I took a step back.

“What!”I screamed at him as I raised my hands to my hair and ran my hands through it.

Of course I knew Ava king, everyone does and her daughter, Britney King has done nothing but make things worse for me and horrible as she had swore to make everything so hard.

But her mother, I remember meeting her for the first time, in t