Chapter 31: Learning about Marco

                                    

                                          
Sam's pov:
I held my sister in my arms as she cried. She was devastated. Me too honestly. I have never met the man, he left my mom when she was pregnant. Who knows why he left, I only know that he for sure didn't come back. I haven't known him for the 17 years I've been alive. Jasmine has faint memories of him, she was only 1 and a half when he left. 
Angelo has the most memories, he knew him for 2 years. Still, not enough memories, but he remembered more. He remembered his brown eyes, his brown hair, his tan skin, his manly voice. How he treated them. His laugh. He impregnated our mom, but he's no dad. He's a father, not a dad. 
"I just don't get it." My sister hyperventilated. "Why? Why come now? Why call when me and Angelo are about to graduate? Why call when your youngest son just turned 17? Why call when we all forgot about you?!" She was mad, sad, confused. And so was I. 
Why would he do this? How dare he do this? 
"What did he say?" I asked. "He- he said-" she sniffled before continuing, "that..he wanted to see us. He wanted to make connections, to meet us, to get to know us! He- he.." She couldn't continue because she just broke down. Her head on my chest. "It's okay Jas.." I comforted. 
He's a dick. 
I let the tears in my eyes fall, Angelo was still asleep. We didn't get the chance to wake him up, Skylar's calling my mom. She has to tell her. "Yes Hailey.." She said through the phone. "They're here, in the kitchen." She said looking at us. "She can't talk right now.....yeah, Sam can talk." She said. "Of course.." She said passing me the phone. I let go of my sister and held into the phone.
My hands were shaky along with my voice.
"Mom?" I asked.
"Mi vida. Are you okay?" She asked. Her voice full of concern.
"Si, I'm okay.." 
"Y your sister?" She asked. 
"She's...not good. She's having a breakdown." I explained. "And Angelo?" She asked. "He's asleep.." I said looking down. "Baby...quiero que hablen con Marco. Deja que les explique." (Baby...I want you to talk to Marco. Let him explain.)
I was about to protest before she cut in. "I know, he's an asshole. But he's your dad. Let him explain." She reasoned. "He's not my dad. He's my father, but he's not my fucking dad." I said through gritted teeth. 
"Okay, tell Angelo. And tell your sister I love her and that her asshole of a father can't hurt her." I heard my moms humor in her voice. "Okay.." I said looking down. "Te amo.." She said with an audible smile. "Love you too..." I replied with a smile. 
It was a fake one. But I need to be strong for my sister. I can't even imagine what Angelo's reaction will be like. I heard steps come down the stairs. "Morning Sam-" He cut himself off and looked at me. "Who's sobbing? Is it Jasmine? What happened?" He asked hurriedly. He ran to the kitchen and we both found Jasmine crying into Skylar's chest. "I think you might need a seat for this.." I said motioning to a chair. 
"Okay? What is it? Why is Jas crying?" He asked. Jasmine looked like she was gonna say something but the thought of it made her cry even harder. "Um...Marco called.." I said. My eyes glued to my feet. "What?" He asked. "Marco..our father...called. He- he said he wanted to meet us..." I explained. I looked up with caution and saw Angelo staring blankly at me.
"You're kidding? Right Sam? Please tell me you're kidding. You're joking. It's a big joke...please..please tell me that.." His voice broke and tears fell. "No..I'm serious.." I said as I wiped my own tears. "That motherfucker! Who did he call?" He seemed mad. Fuming.