“Sarah!” I yelled, “I hate you! Give that back.”
She flung my diary at me.
“Jacob?” Her face contorted.
I burned hot. “You had no right to read that.”
“Hannah, that’s disgusting.”
“It’s not like I’m going around telling people. I’m working on my own issues, OK? I can’t
believe you read that. Nobody was ever supposed to read that.”
“He’s your stepbrother. Does he know?”
“Don’t be stupid. Of course not.”
“I think he should.”
I died a little as I saw her leave our room.
“Mom!” Sarah yelled down the hall. Dianne was in the kitchen and when Sarah reached her
Sarah spilled everything she just learned.
“Is this true, Hannah?” Dianne asked.
Silence and hot tears.
“She should go live with her mom,” Sarah said.
Not an option but I wasn't going to talk about it.
Just then Jacob walked in with Greg and Steven.
Sarah’s eyes got big and she leapt for them.
“Don’t Sarah.” My tears of anger turned pleading. “No, Sarah. Please.” The physical scramble and the emotional supplication wore on my nerves until I screeched in desperation.
“Hannah is in love with you. She has been for years. That’s why she broke up with Steven.” She spat out the words, turned on her heels, and left.
No one said anything. Not Jacob. Not Steven. Not Dianne. Without making eye contact with anyone I left. Sarah was right. I was disgusting.
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