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The rest of the car journey was spent in silence. Neither women wanted to break it; like they say, some things are better left unsaid. Santana felt anger through her veins. It wasn't directly towards her mother per se; it was due to the fact that Rosita is treating her like a child who can't make her own decisions and who is dumb enough to actually believe that nothing is wrong. There's definitely something wrong and Santana wants to find out before leaving in two days.

Once the car was parked, both women exited the vehicle with still no words spoken towards each other. Santana decided to walk faster and get inside the hospital before her mother. Rosita was yet again in the middle of another phone call and the younger brunette couldn't stand listening to something that her mother obviously doesn't trust her with.

It was a routine by now. Enter the hospital, get the elevator to the top floor, sign the visitor's book and proceed to her father's room. She's used to it after a week of being back in Lima. Today though, something caught her eye on the sign in book. Elena Rodriguez. The name was written in cursive form, a little messy but still legible. The sign in time says 11.30 and there hasn't been a sign out time. Santana glanced at her watch, 12.10 pm. What the hell is Elena doing here? Visiting her father? This is just completely unusual.

She walked towards her father's room; opening the door without a knock.

"You have to tell her the truth, Antonio! She needs to know who I am! I wan—"Elena paused in the middle of what looked like begging and arguing at the same time.

Both Elena and Antonio turned towards the door. Horrified and guilty looks were plastered all over their faces; Santana even saw a hint of fear in her father's eyes. She's utterly confused as to what this woman was doing here.

"What the hell is happening here?" Santana asked the obvious question, slightly louder than the normal speaking volume. She looked back and forth the two figures in the room.

"Mija, why are you yell—"her mother then enters the scene; freezing on the spot when she realizes there was another visitor in her husband's room; an unwanted visitor. "What the hell are you doing here? I told you to stay away!" she then yelled towards Elena as she shut the door behind her.

"Can someone just tell me what is happening? I'm so confused right now!" Santana pleaded for an explanation from the three older adults in the room but no one seemed to want to answer her question.

Antonio kept the petrified look on his face since he couldn't even really talk properly so Santana understood why he kept silent. The two older women however, seemed to be having a glaring competition; both waiting on who will crack first and talk. Santana glanced towards her mother and she saw the anger in her eyes, something that she hasn't seen all her life. It was terrifying; she looked liked one of those mother lions ready to pounce on whoever tried to steal their cubs but Santana couldn't figure out why that look was in her eyes. Elena looked equally angry; though she appeared to be the one who wanted to take something from Rosita. He eyes kept glancing back at Santana momentarily like she's the prey.

"Qué carajo? Está todo el maldito sordo?" What the fuck? Are you all deaf; Santana yelled. "Mami, tell me."

"Yes, Rosita tell her." Elena nudged on, a smirk playing on her face due to Rosita's uncomfortable reaction. "It's about time the truth came out."

Santana shot the other woman a look that said "Shut the fuck up, I'm not talking to you."

"Please, mami, tell me what this woman is doing here." She pleaded. Seeing as her mother was about to burst into tears, she walked towards the older woman and held her hands. "You can tell me."
"Mija, I can't…" her lips quivered as sign of the impending tears, "It's… I just can't mija. "Perdóname." Forgive me.

Santana scrunched her face in confusion. She looked towards Elena waiting for an explanation since she apparently would never get an answer from her own mother.

"Mija…" it was the voice she didn't expect. She glanced at Antonio who was signalling for her to come closer. He had a piece of paper in his hands.

"What is it Papi?" she ventured to his side and took the object he was trying to give her.

"Your real mother."

She read the words. Read them over and over as if they were written in a language she couldn't understand. Her eyes started to sting because she still hasn't blinked since first letting her eyes skim the paper. She felt a lump in her throat and heart beat getting faster as her brain tried to process the three simple words. She doesn't really know what to do. Should she yell? Should she cry? This is not what she expected, at all. Nothing was really making sense right now. If the other three people were yelling at each other in the background, their noises were muffled. All Santana could hear were her thoughts and her life flashing back before her eyes. She was trying, trying to understand why she didn't figure out earlier. Does that mean she's adopted? They got her from a high class escort with drug problems that couldn't possibly support a child. She felt sick. Her head is spinning…

"Santana can you hear me?" her mother's words finally interrupted her thoughts. Wait, no, Rosita is not her mother.

"Fuck! You lied to me! Both of you." She looked at Antonio and Rosita. "Oh my god, all this time, you lied to me." Her tone was bitter and angry.

"Mija, please, listen—" Rosita begged as tears flowed down her face.

"Do not call me that." Santana stated, her eyes turned to Elena, "And you. You think just because I know the truth, I would go and start calling you "Mami"? Fuck you, puta. You have no right to come barging back in my life like you deserve to know me. You don't."

Elena looked shocked and hurt but at the same time she understood the young brunette's rage. "Santana, please, just hear—"

"You do not get to say my name. "She pointed her finger at Elena, "You get the fuck out of here. Just get out!"

Elena's tears finally broke free as she walked towards the door. She stopped near Santana and uttered some words barely audible. "I'm sorry; I ever gave you up, Santana. But you don't know the whole story. Listen to Rosita."

"You're not adopted, Santana." Rosita answered the unspoken question is her mind. Okay now she's even more confused. Her brain feels like it's been ran over by an 18-wheeler.

"I don't want to talk about it." She answered even though she wanted to know. She just doesn't think it will make anything better. What else can take away the shock of finding out the woman you've called "mami" since your life began is not actually your mother?

Antonio spoke the best he could, "Escucha, per favour." Listen, please.

"Your father is your biological father, Santana." Rosita started, "Our marriage was arranged by your grandparents and so I must admit, it was difficult to begin with. But eventually, I began to learn how to love him and we worked things out. Then Marco was born and everything seemed perfect. I was happy and I thought your father was too. I was wrong. I found out that he has been having an affair with Elena; she was a high class escort who fell in love with your father. I was so hurt mija, I couldn't believe it. Your father insisted that he would break it off with her since it was a taboo in those days for couples to get a divorce. Your grandparents certainly would not be happy and so I agreed to stay with him as long as he ended it with her. Then we found out she gave birth to you, months later."

Santana just stared at her mother's words. She kept looking back to Antonio who looked completely guilty and apologetic.

"She showed up at our house carrying this little bundle of pink blanket; she was a mess. She didn't know how to be a mother. She looked desperate and she wanted money. She begged and begged for your father to take you because she didn't know what she was doing. She was high on drugs. Your father didn't want to take you but I insisted. I saw her then saw this little baby and my heart went out to the little person wrapped in a pink blanket. I begged your father to take you, away from her; away from the bad things in life. I may not be your real mother, Santana, but I sure hell love you like you're my own blood." Rosita finished her story, fighting the tears for as long as she could.

Those words should soothe her current state. She should feel like nothing's changed and that woman—Elena—was just a figment of her imagination but alas, that's not how Santana's mind works. She feels anger and betrayal despite her mother's pleading face; it's like her walls have totally been built back up, again. She glanced at her father, his face full of remorse, before looking back at the woman she has grown to know as the one who gave her life. It's an overwhelming realization and she doesn't blame herself from hiding away; from getting her defence mechanism ready; anger. She's been known to deal with difficult situations like these by being an angry bitch and right now she is going to be one.

"You think your little speech will lessen the blow of finding out I'm your husband's illegitimate child from a whore?" she shouted, her words were abrasive, she knows. "I spent my whole fucking life living under his hateful eyes and all this time I thought I wasn't good enough when really, he hated me for being here because I remind him of his stupid fucking mistake. And you, stood there, watched him hate me. You didn't do anything. For all I know I would have probably been better off living with a crack whore as a mother."

Maybe that was too far? No, it's just right. Rosita may now be trembling with sobs but Santana's mind is made up. She is not going to cry over this. Not in front of the people who have lied to her all this time.

"I'm done here." She continued, as she walked towards the door.

"Por favour, mija. Stay." Rosita whispered after her; her sobs still continuing.

"No." was all she could say before slamming the door behind her.

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She dialled Brittany's number on the way to her mother's car. Shit. Maybe she should mentally start calling her Rosita now that she's not really her real mother. Fuck, she still has the woman's car. How is she going to get home? God damn it. It was hard not to care, that's normal. Of course it's going to take some time to process all this shit out and out of Lima would probably be a better place.

It takes two rings for Brittany to pick up the phone.

"Hey San, what's up?" she chirpily greets and in an instant Santana feels bad for even ringing her girlfriend up.

"I, uhm, "she hasn't realised the tears escaping her eyes. Why does this all have to happen now? No everything's finally falling into place.

"Baby, are you okay?" she hears the worry in the blonde's voice and remembers that she's still on the phone.

"Britt, we need to go back to LA." She replies, ignoring the sting of the tears in her eyes.

"Why? Did something happen? "only silent sobs met her questions. "Santana, what happened? Where are you? I'll come and get you."

"Pa-parking l-lot." She stutters through her reckless sobs. Now she looks pathetic but she's thankful this did not happen earlier on.

"I'm there in five, San. Don't leave. I'm coming." Brittany's voice was laced with concern and it comforted Santana that she has someone to comfort her.

She needs to talk and Brittany is the only person she could talk to; so for now, she waits.

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