Panic Prone

Chapter Thirty-four

skittlesxrayn

Friday night rolled around and Towerz decided to have a party. Their parents were out of town and Emma agreed to it, with some persuasion from Jay. Everyone was there. Spinner was there, as was Tracker. The party was in full swing. People everywhere, along with alcohol. Smoke hung above everyone's heads. Emma was in the kitchen, talking to Alex when a drunken Spinner approached her.

"Emma. Can I talk to you?" He asked, slurring a little.

Emma looked at Alex and Alex shrugged, "Uh, yeah sure," Emma replied, hesitant.

Emma led Spinner up to her room, the only quiet place in the house.

Spinner looked around the room, while Emma watched him.

"You wanted to talk?"

Spinner nodded and faced her, "You're adopted."

Emma pretended to be shocked, "What! I am! I didn't know that."

Spinner rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I'm adopted. Way to state the obvious."

"My mom was pregnant after she had me," he mumbled out.

Emma looked at him and nodded, "Ok?"

"She didn't keep the baby."

Emma kept staring at him, "What are you trying to say, Spinner?"

He leaned against the wall, staring back at her, "Tracker seems to think you're our sister."

She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest, "Yeah, right."

"Is that hard to believe?"

"Yeah, it is. I mean for one thing, I don't look like either of you. I don't even know if I was born in Toronto."

"So? Just because you don't know doesn't mean you weren't born here."

"Get out, Spinner."

He pushed himself off the wall, walking towards her, "You look like her."

"Like who?" She asked, backing up.

"Like my mom. Except her hair was a little darker."

"Was?"

"She died."

Emma's heart sank. The first step towards finding her real parents and she finds out her possible birth mother is dead, "When?"

"Few years ago."

"I'm sorry. What about your dad?"

He shrugged, the alcohol wearing off a little, "He left after she died."

"Oh."

There was a knock at the door and Emma walked over to it, opening it. It was Towerz.

"What are you doing?" he asked, stepping in.

"Nothing," she said simply, looking over at Spinner.

"What's he doing in here?"

Emma shrugged.

Spinner looked at Emma and then at Towerz, "I need tutoring, but I didn't wanna ask in front of everyone."

"Like you even care," Towerz said, thinking something was going on.

"Anthony, relax. Nothing is going on," Emma said, putting her hand on Towerz's shoulder.

Towerz shrugged off her hand and moved towards Spinner, "Why are you in my sister's room?"

Spinner stood his ground, "She's not just your sister."

Towerz looked at Spinner and then at Emma, "What's he talking about?"

Tracker walked in to the room, standing next to Emma, "Does the last name Nelson mean anything to you, Towerz?"

Towerz looked at Tracker, remembering the birth certificate he burned, "Maybe."

"That was our mother's maiden name. The name she gave her daughter. Our sister." Tracker said softly.

"So what?" Towerz asked.

"So, I think you have something to tell Emma." Tracker said calmy.

Jay walked in to the room, standing on the other side of Emma, "I told him Towerz."

Emma looked at Jay, "Told him what? What's going on?"

"When we were cleaning the garage. Towerz found your birth certificate." Jay replied, getting a death glare from Towerz.

Emma looked at Towerz, "And you didn't tell me? Or show me? I even told you I wanted to find my birth parents! Where is it?"

Towerz sighed, "It's gone, Em. I burned it."

Emma's face dropped, "What! How could you do that?" She ran out of the room, in tears.

Jay looked at Towerz, "You fucked up man."

Towerz pushed passed Tracker and Jay, "No, you fucked up. You shouldn't have told anyone."

Towerz folloed Emma out of the room.