Hannah's P.O.V.

Nash stood up from the table, his usual blue eyes a stormy black. He kicked his chair back sending it flying to the floor breaking into 3 pieces. I stood up "Dad, calm down please? Your scaring me"! I yelled. He raised his hand, making me flinch and cower into the corner.

He looked down in realization. I then realized he was only lifting his hand to his hair, like he usually does once he's stressed or upset with me. I frowned and got up from the table,then pushing my chair in, causing it to scrap against the wooden floorboards. "Dad, im not your little girl,so don't treat me like one, in fact im not even YOUR little girl, cause im ADOPTED, so stay out of this dad, you cant do shit to me and im not dumping Hayes and your not gonna kill him either"! I shouted in my own bubble of hysteria and anger. Puffs of my minty breath flew from my mouth, I was breathing heavily and my face was red as a tomato. Shock? Sadness? Anger?

Was all I read in his eyes before I swirled around marching towards the stairs. I grabbed the railing on the way up, still fuming mentally. Who does he think he is? My adopted father. Sue but my real father? Hell no!!
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Two days later at the hospital to check on her head
Multiple beeps ran through the hospital. The grungy musty smell of the building tickled my nose making me sneeze repeatedly. I hate hospitals. Always have always will. "Sweetie, can we take some blood to run for some tests"? The sweet nurse asked me. I nodded immediately, thrusting out my arm for her to take blood. After she Did, she fled the room to start the tests.
Five minutes later
" We have some news" the nurse said picking at an imaginary piece of lint on her uniform making me frown jn confusion. "Your "dad"? Your blood is the same type, so we ran some tests and.. your Nash's lost sister honey"
My jaw dropped.

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