Well the names Whitney. I'm currently 18, but I turn 19 on December 16th. I just recently moved to Tulsa when, surprise!, I found out I have two long lost siblings; Mark and Breanna Parker. I guess I was put up for adoption or something when I was a baby....had a different home, family, and what not. I dropped out of high school when I was 15, ran away a few times, and learned to become pro and street racing. Haha. So, my first day here... I had asked around then I stumbled across some bar, owned by Buck Merrill, I think? And he told me where they lived, along with asking me where I came from and what not. He's also letting me stay in one of the apartment-like things above and next to the bar, which is great :D When I got to Mark's house, knocked on the door, and told him who I was...well, he slammed the door in my face. I kind of just stood there for a couple minutes, then turned around to leave, expecting a reaction like this. The door suddenly re-opened behind me and I turned around to see a short-ish blonde peppy girl standing in the doorway, yelling at Mark to come outside.
"Hey, my name is Stella..I'm Mark's fiance! Sorry about that...I'm trying to get him to come back out. Wow..I did not know Mark had another little sister...uhh.." she said stepping down the porch steps, towards me.
"I'm Whitney, Whitney Parker..is..." I said trailing off as Mark walked back outside.
"No, Breanna isn't here right now." He said. "Sorry about that. It's just...your really my sister?" I nodded yes. "This is just too weird."
"Lets all go inside." Stella said, smiling. She look really excited...Mark's expression, on the other hand, was un-readable. When we we're inside I told him all about myself; where I came from, what I liked and dis-liked, who my adoptive parents where...all that stuff. Then I had to leave to go meet Buck about the apartment, and I gave both Mark and Stella my number on the way out telling them that I'd want to get to know them a lot better. Mark told me that when Breanna got home, he'd be sure to tell her about me and try to convince her to meet me. I felt a lot better about meeting them after I talked to Mark...but the way he used try and convince made me extremely nervous to meet Breanna, which isn't like me at all. The whole way walking back to Buck's bar I kept thinking about whether shed like me or not, what she looked like, what kind of person she was like..in general.
The next night I ran into her at the Dingo with some preggo-fat brunette chick that was working there. She totally hated me at first...so I did what the average teenage girl would never turn down, and asked her to go clubbing and have a few drinks with me.
My master plan seemed to go well...for about 10 min. She had had a few drinks..and well..
"Hey...what's that from?" I said pointing to this massive white bandage on her wrist.
"Its...umm....well, hell. I guess your my freaken sister now, right? So I might as well tell you everything.." Then she told me that she cut herself, after our dad had attacked her...more than once, and continued to tell not about her life, but just all the problems she's been having lately. "and then after that I woke up in the hospital and Andrew wasn't even there!! Andrew, my supposedly freaking FIANCE wasn't at the hospital because he had to work! Then shows up a long time later and expects everything to be okay!? So I broke up with him...and then Jayson comes along and kisses me the other night...and I'm just so afraid that my dad's going to show up at ANY second...."
I stood up and hugged her telling her that everything was going to be okay. "Okay!? You think everything is going to be OKAY!? You just show up on my brothers doorstep all "Hey, I'm your older sister and I missed your whole life! But guess what!? It'll alllllll be okay!" Well I hate to break it to you, Whitney Parker, but it is NOT going to be okay. This is NOT okay. Mark and I we're holding up just perfectly fine before you got here. You we're NEVER there when I needed a motherly figure! When dad hurt me! We don't need you in our lives! Just..just go away!" Then she ran out of the club, crying. Everyone was just staring at me. When I ran outside after her, she was already getting in a car with the preggo-fat chick. I let out a long deep breath and just walked to my apartment. What a nice welcome to Tulsa.
