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The truth
Ryan and Marissa got back together on New Years Eve. But then the whole Oliver thing happened and Marissa broke it off between her and Ryan, he did his whole fling with Teresa and Eddie came to town and all the stuff that happened in that episode happened.
Ryan was now on his way to see Cat. She still wasn't being released from the hospital, and Ryan had no idea why. He walked into her room, and found her sitting on her bed.
"Hey." Ryan said
"Hey how are you?" Cat asked
"Very good, how about you." Ryan asked
"I don't know. I've been worse I guess." Cat said
"Yeah, sucks doesn't it." Ryan said
"A lot." Cat said.
"So when are you going to be released?" Ryan asked
"They still don't know. They haven't even told me why I am still here." Cat said
"Who knows. What do your parents have to say?" Ryan asked
"I haven't talked to them yet. They probably are in trouble because of all the fraud things they have done, but I don't know. Anything could happen." Cat said
Ryan heard other voices outside the door, he took a quick look and saw it was Cat's doctor and her parents.
The three of them walked in.
"Oh, hi Ryan." The doctor said. "Would you mind stepping out for a little while, I have to talk to Cat and her parents."
"Not a problem." Ryan said as he got yup and walked out of the room.
As Ryan exited the room the doctor started to talk to Cat.
"We found something in your blood work that we cannot determine what it is. It doesn't look too good though, but from the look of it, it looks like it is hereditary. But when we asked your family about it, they said that in their families there was no trace of it, so when you checked their blood work we didn't find any trace of it. When we asked them some other questions, they wouldn't tell us the answer, they said it was up to you to answer them. Are you willing to answer some of the questions that I have for you?" the Doctor asked
"Yes." Cat replied.
"Have you had any unprotected sex?"
"No"
"Do you do drugs?"
"No."
"So you do not use dirty needles."
"Right."
"Are you close you your parents?"
"Which ones?"
"What do you mean? Both of them."
"The ones in the room sort of, the ones that didn't want me, no."
"What do you mean by that."
"I was adopted."
"What do you mean your parents said you were theirs?"
"Actually no we didn't, we said that she was our daughter, and that is true, you never asked if we were her real parents." Cat's mother said.
Ryan couldn't believe what he had just heard. He never knew that Cat was adopted. He always thought that she had just gotten their recessive traits. But before he could hear any more the nurse shut the door.
After about 20 more minutes everybody left the room but Cat. Ryan wasn't sure if he should go in there now or wait but he wanted answers. So he entered. He saw Cat look up at him. She looked so pail and thin lying in that bed.
Cat looked at him when he entered, she knew that he now knew but she didn't want be answering questions but knew she would have to at some point, and it was better now then later.
"Hey." Ryan said as he took his seat next to Cat.
"Hey there." Cat replied
"So how are you?"
"I have been better, but then again I also have been worse.'
"I know."
"So."
"I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"I over heard the doctor and he said that, you have a condition. Do you know what kind of thing is wrong with you?"
"No, and I know that is not what you really wanted to ask me. So just ask."
"How long did you know you were adopted?"
"I always have."
"So why didn't you ever tell me?"
"I was embarrassed about it."
"Why?"
"Well everybody else had their real parents whether they were nice or not. My real parents never wanted me; I had heard them say that I was just some mistake that happened. That I wasn't supposed to be here, with them."
"But for as long as I have known you, you always have had those parents, and they always have had you."
"Well that is because, my real parents got rid of me when I was about 6 months to 1 year old. They kept me that long but only because the orphanage couldn't take me in at that point, there were to many kids. And they couldn't take me in with out having to pay for the diapers and a formula, so they asked my parents to keep me until I was a little older. So they hired a nanny and never really were around."
"But how did you know that? You were little."
"I have been told that I have a very good memory, even when I was little. I remember even being the little girl in the nursery, when I was about a day old. It was very strange. But that was when I had first met my real parents, they looked so nice. But about a month later I heard them say that they didn't want me, I was a mistake that needed to go away. They had wanted a little boy, not a girl. So they gave me away."
"So you weren't wanted and you remember that, most kids don't even remember being younger then 4."
"Well I guess that when you aren't wanted then you remember more about your childhood. I don't know."
"I am so sorry."
"Don't be."
"Those people that were coming to your house a lot when we were younger, the ones that you told me were friends of the family that I couldn't met, they were social workers, weren't they."
"Yup."
"But if they were then why didn't they take you way. You never told them about your parents beating you, or when you were being left with no care for weeks, did you." Cat nodded her head "Why?"
"For the first time in my life I had felt that I had someone who cared for me. The reason that they made up the names for hospitals was because they didn't want the social workers to be coming by and trying to find out why I was in the hospital every other day."
"But if they beat you, why would you think they cared for you?"
"I didn't say it was them that I thought cared for me."
"Then who?"
"Who was there for me when I was made fun of, or when I was hurt, or had thoughts of hurting myself?"
"I was but...Oh, God it was me, but why would you do that. It's my fault that you stayed."
"No, it's mine. I found someone who didn't hate me, someone who didn't make fun of me when I was beat. You helped me through so much. Everyone at school would make fun of me because I was always getting hurt, or because I was different. You would always stick for me. You would beat the crap out of anyone who would pick on me. In first grade when I came to school with baggy clothes that had holes in them, everyone made fun of me. So at recess I went and hide in the corner, you asked me if I was ok, and sat with me. You were the one person that first day that didn't say anything mean, even though every time I would see you before that day I would go a different direction. I was always afraid that you would be one of the kids to make fun of me. Then when someone came up to us at recess that day pointed and laughed at me you stood up from where you were sitting and said 'Pick on someone your own size.' and beat him up. You were always so protective of me. I felt safe for the first time in my life whenever I was around you. That wasn't something I wanted to lose. Not even Eddie would do that for me. He was always one of the kids making fun of me. But he never told anyone that I was adopted he thought he would have gone to far if he did tell. But when we were at home he would rub it is my face always. He would tell me that I wasn't wanted anywhere. But after the first car accident that he felt was his fault he stopped picking on me and helped to protect me."
"I am still sorry."
"Don't be, you were the one person that would do anything for me, even kill yourself, or come close to it. Like when you climbed the roof of my house to get my shoes down from when someone had thrown them up there. I kept telling you that it was fine I had other shoes, but you kept saying no I got them. Then you fell, but luckily the tree caught you before the ground did. I could have told you anything, even that I was adopted, but I was scared that if you knew then you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore.
"You should have told me, I wouldn't leave you because of it."
"Yea, but when you have everyone else saying you're useless, you start to believe it. When people tell you that no one likes you that you will always be alone. You think it's true. You become paranoid of people and don't want to tell people all about yourslef being adopted. There are some things that I didn't want anybody to know about. That was one."
"Just because you were adopted didn't mean that I would have stopped being your friend."
"Well when you think about tell someone, something like that you always think that it is going to come out bad. I have always been frightened of telling people things about myself. You knew more about me them Eddie ever did. You were the one person that I told everything to."
"But you didn't tell me about you being adopted."
"I was scared I thought you would make fun of me like Eddie did."
"I wouldn't do that."
"I know that now, but I would always think you would make fun of me for it, everyone else did even my parents did. Like I said you were the one person I could tell anything to, because you are the one person that would do anything for me. But that was one secret that I wanted to keep a secret."
Cat and Ryan talked for another hour, until the nurse came in and told him he had to leave, since visiting hours were up about 45 minutes ago. He left willingly and promised to come back tomorrow.
End of Chapter
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