Okay maybe Paige wasn’t processing this whole situation perfectly. I mean, how the fck would you process being related to a random fcking girl? How would you react to an old white man in a white coat coming to your hospital room to tell you that you were genetically related to a girl you had just met after two idiot medical students told her that her sister was in surgery? And no, not genetically related like cousins… genetically related like twins. How did that even work? HOW THE FCK DID IT WORK? Paige Pierce was the 5th child of Adelaide and Harry Pierce. She wasn’t a twin. Not like Jessica and Anna or Will and Emmy. She liked being alone… she… yes she liked it. So don’t blame Paige for acting like nothing had changed. Don’t fcking blame her for casually telling Annie that they were related and that she drove a car into her dad. Just. Don’t. It was all too much, so yes, she was processing at her own pace that a girl she disliked was her… sister.
“Well, long story short, apparently since we were admitted in the hospital together, they did some mumbo jumbo tests and it said we were related. One thing led to another, and then someone was coming into my hospital room to tell me the very information I’m telling you so sorry to break it to you, darling, but I didn’t know. I just had a fcking issue with you because you’ve been a pest.” The words streamed out of her mouth as she looked at her nails, uninterested. Though despite her appearance, trust her, she was very interested at what her twin had to say to that. Though, anything Paige wanted to hear wasn’t what came out of Annie’s mouth as the girl told her that she knew that Paige didn’t know. And with that, the girl pushed herself off of the bed and walked away. The moment Annie left, Paige let her hand drop, held the hospital bed with her eyes fluttering close simply wondering… what was going on.
So… yeah Paige needed to get away. Cousin Dan was woefully not FCKING answering her calls and she really didn’t want to talk to her mother, father, or siblings since they had likely been lying to her for the last fcking lifetime. I mean, did you see how Will has been bloody acting? Yeah. No thanks.
Somehow, she found herself sitting at a bench in the park - a mixture of emotions coursing through her veins. Anger… frustration… confusion… it was all too much. When she was little, Paige always felt alone. Like something was missing… probably just because her siblings had a person always there, another half and Paige? Well, she had no one. Not really… sure Anna and Jess were there but they had their own families and then Will and Emmy decided to do their own thing after they graduated high school. Will, the person she always was closest to left just like every fcking person in Paige’s life does: Eddie, Quinn, Will. No one cared about her, let’s be honest. So why should she care about herself?
It was with that thought in her mind that she found her eyes drifting to the empty space around her. Well… without a second thought… she found herself running. Running as fast as she could on her legs, Paige started doing things she shouldn’t do. Things her doctor told her she would never be able to do again unless she wanted to risk substantial injury to her body. Not after almost breaking her spine on her vault…
But honestly… Paige didn’t care. With her speed, she did a cartwheel and followed by a full twist and she did it. It wasn’t her cleanest work, but the rush of adrenaline it gave her was enough to bring a smile to her lips. The serotonin was like a drug to her body. Climbing on one of the handrails, she did a mark of her former routine before jumping off the top with a Double Layout. Hitting the ground with an impact, she felt a slight pain in her back, though she ignored it as she continued to run towards the pull-up bar on the playground. Nothing mattered as she pulled herself up and twisted on it, she did a simple jump this time, however, the pain in her back grew stronger as she hit the ground this time.
It should have mattered to her… but honestly… it didn’t. She was ready after a second of holding her back to run and do something else before she felt someone grab her hand tightly and pull her back, the words “What the fck do you think you’re doing” leaving his lips before she could try again with a riskier jump.
Letting her eyes move back, low and behold, a man with his body covered in every fcking type of tattoo stood in front of her. “Let go of my fcking hand, Quinn.”
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