Drella Here

I looked out of the car window and up at the hospital. I don't want to do this. How can I just walk in calmly when I could be dying at this very moment? In a week I could be in intense, horrific pain. Within two weeks Vic could be burying me. I need to stop this before I drive myself insane.
"Ready?" Vic asked and I glared at him. Of course I wasn't ready, that much was obvious. "We have to go in," he urged. I looked down before I hit his arm hard. "Ow!" Vic exclaimed. "Ella,"
"Well, stop being stupid then!"
"I'm not," he sighed. "I just think the sooner you do it the sooner we can deal with what's coming,"
"What is coming?" I asked quietly.
"I don't know," he replied carefully.
"You know if I have it . . ." I trailed away and started playing with the promise ring on my finger.
"You might not," he countered as he took my hands.
"But if I do-"
"Then we'll talk to the doctors and get something sorted,"
"Will you leave me?" I asked weakly.
"Will I leave you," he echoed. "Why would I do that?"
"Because I'll be no good. I'll be ugly and weak and disgusting like my mom. And I probably won't be able to have sex with you," I rushed.
"Stop," Vic soothed. He took my face in his hands and gently moved me so I was looking at him. "You'll be fine. You could never be ugly. It's just impossible. You might be physically weak, but you'd still be the strongest person I know. You'll never be like your mom. And as for sex. Who cares? One kiss from you could drive me over the edge," Vic said easily.
"Shut up," I mumbled.
"So, you're going to kiss me. Then we're going to go inside and find out what's what. If it's good news we're going out to dinner together. If it's bad news we're going out to dinner and ordering chocolate cheese cake from that place by the beach," he said firmly.
"Fuck off, Fuentes," I shot back. Vic frowned at me and let go of my face. "You think I'm going to let anyone tell me what to do? I'm not your bitch," I said before I leant in and kissed him.
"You sure about that?" he teased.
"Why are you not in the kitchen?" I rolled my eyes and kissed his jaw. I got out of the car and Vic walked around to me. He took my hand and smiled in encouragement.
We walked inside the hospital. I led him to the waiting room and I went up to the desk. There was a woman behind it. She noticed us but ignored me completely. I felt Vic squeeze my hand as if to say 'not now'.
"Yes?" she finally asked.
"My name is Drella Young. I'm here for my results,"
"Sit please," she replied. I rolled my eyes and Vic pulled me over to sit down.
"Stupid bitch," I grumbled.
"Don't make a scene," he warned.
"I'm not going to," I muttered and pulled a face.
"Ella,"
"What?" I looked up.
"Stop,"
"Stopping," I mocked and held my hands up.
Someone walked out of one of the rooms. I recognised her from last time. She called my name and I stood up. I looked at Vic one last time before I followed her. She took me into a examination room. I took a seat in the chair and she sat across from me.
"How are you?" she asked kindly.
"Nervous," I replied quickly.
"Well, I don't know how you'll take this. You don't have the disease,"
"That's brilliant!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, well it is. But from the test we can see DNA. You don't share the same as your mother,"
"What?" I asked stupidly. "That's ridiculous,"
"There were similarities. But those you'd expect with a aunt and niece. Or a grandmother and granddaughter,"
"So she wasn't my mom?" I asked. I couldn't really think right now. I couldn't feel anything.
"I'm sorry, but no. You were of some relation though. I hope knowing you don't have the disease is some consolation for you,"
"Some," I muttered. "I'm sorry, I need to go," I suddenly rushed.
"Please take this. It's the results," she said and handed me a letter. I took it without saying anything and walked out of the room.
I saw Vic waiting for me. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him. Vic held me close to him and stroked my hair gently. "What did they say?" he asked carefully.
"I don't have it," I said.
"But that's great! Why are you sad?"
"I don't have it because she isn't my mother," I said through gritted teeth.
I couldn't see what was happening anymore. The person I hated growing up, the person who I loathed with every cell in my angst filled hormonal body wasn't actually my mother. She lied to me. At this moment in time I couldn't help but hate her. She's dead and gone, but I have never hated someone with as much intensity as I do now. I could feel it burn through my veins. The fire left my throat red raw. I hated her. I simply hated her.

Notes

Hey! It's really late - I know I know. But hopefully this massive twist makes up for it?! What did you think? Who expected it? She isn't her mom! So who is? Any predictions? You'll be shocked . . . I hope.

See how I left it open? The sequel will be up soon. I'll post any links and things on this story.

Thank you for all the lovely get well soon messages! I'm better mostly now but a little hung over. I didn't even go out but still managed to get wasted, throw up four times, literally crawl to my bedroom and have to take my clothes off lying down because I kept falling over. I hope you all had a good time! Give me your New Years stories! Happy 2014 ;)

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