Living Without a Mom ~ Chapter 14: Unexpected Discovery

Yay, the snow has finally all melted. I've still yet to make a Simblr, blame me being a huge procrastinator. Maybe tomorrow. Or the next day. Or whenever.

'Sam, we can't right now. I told you.' Opal insisted.

'But mom! Please! Just for five minutes?'

'The next time we come here. I promise.'

'Are you hiding something from me?!' demanded Sam. Opal sighed in defeat.

'Fine, I'll take you. But you'll be shocked and will probably hate me.'

The two left the diner and walked across Bridgeport to a huge apartment building. They stepped into the elevator and Opal pressed the button to go to the twelfth floor. She looked around nervously, heart pounding. How was Sam going to react to this?

The elevator finally reached the twelfth floor and Sam eagerly ran out into the corridor.

'Which one is it, mom? Which one?' he asked.

'Number 215.'

Sam ran up to that door and waited as patiently as he could for his mother to unlock it.

'Okay Sam, I don't know how you'll react to this, so just prepare yourself. Okay?'

Sam nodded as Opal unlocked the door. The first thing that he could smell was burnt toast. Looking around, the apartment wasn't exactly the most attractive place to be. Bright canary yellow walls with a white skirting board, navy blue floor tiles that were freezing cold even when Sam had his shoes on, dirty dishes piled up next to the kitchen sink, something clearly leaking from the fridge, and not to mention a mouse hole was peaking out from behind the TV.

'...wow.' Sam managed to say, clearly lost for words. Before he could say anything else, a voice was heard.

'Mummy? Are you home?'

Sam narrowed his eyes in pure confusion and looked towards Opal, whose face was bright red. Surely he was just hearing things? Those thoughts were banished when a small child emerged from behind a corner. Her light brown hair was tied messily into a braid. She had hazel eyes, just like Opal. She surely must have only been three or four at the most.

'...who are you?' asked the girl, peering up at Sam with a strange look.

'Felicity, this is your brother that I told you about.' said Opal rather calmly.

'Oh. Hi!' she smiled.

'Sam... this is Felicity. Your little sister.' confessed Opal.

Sam's heart literally did a backflip. So, his mother wasn't there for literally all of his life, yet had another kid waiting at home?

'Oh.' was all that Sam managed to say.

'Yeah, I can understand why you're in shock. Why don't you try and talk to your sister whilst I pay the babysitter?'

'Fine.' huffed Sam, moving over to the sofa, Felicity trailing behind.

'So, you have the same mommy as me?' asked the young girl, eyes wide with curiosity.

'Yup.' replied Sam, looking at his shoes. He really didn't know what to say. He felt jealous in a way, as Felicity had had Opal for her entire life, unlike Sam.

'Who is your daddy?'

'Leighton.'

'Cool. I don't have a daddy, he left.'

'I see.'

'Where do you live?'

'Sunset Valley.'

'How old are you?'

'Nine.'

'I'm four.'

Before Sam could reply with any other extremely short answer, Opal appeared out of nowhere.

'Alright Sam, should we drop you back home then? We'll take the car this time.' she asked, aware that her son felt uncomfortable.

'Yeah.' he replied.

'Alright then. Come along, Felicity.'

The three exited the apartment and went down the elevator before making their way to Opal's car. It was a dark green and looked like it really needed a run through the car wash. They hopped into the car, Sam at the front, Felicity in her car seat at the back.

The drive back to Sunset Valley was quiet and awkward. Sam mostly glanced out of the window whilst Felicity tried to copy him. She didn't understand. She was four.

Once they pulled into Sim Lane, Yumi was looking out of the window, as if she was awaiting their return. Sam quickly jumped out of the car, along with Opal. She pulled him into a hug.

'I'm sorry, Sam.' she whispered.

'It's fine.' he lied.

'See you again soon?'

'Alright. Promise?'

'I promise. Bye. See you next Saturday?'

'Okay. See ya.'

Sam waved and ran back inside. He'd barely shut the front door when Yumi started bombarding him with questions.

'Where did she take you?'

Sam was prepared to answer, but instead he broke down into tears.

'Oh dear... Leighton? Your son's crying.'

Leighton came running and let Sam cry into his shoulder for a few minutes before getting down to business.

'Why are you crying, hm?' he asked.

'How could she?! I hate her! I hate her!' cried Sam.

'What happened?'

'She has a kid at home, dad! She didn't run away from her!'

'...what?'

'I have a four year old sister called Felicity! I hate her!'

'Woah, now calm down. Remember how young your mother was when she had you? She was eighteen; she wasn't thinking straight at the time. She still loves you, never forget that.'

'But it's not fair!'

'Sam, life isn't fair. Just give your sister a chance. You might actually really like her if you try.'

Yeah, I don't think that Sam was too happy about that. Haha.