Posted on 6 March 2015
Students, it’s been a hell of a few weeks. If you aren’t up to speed, check out my Timeline.
I think it’s safe to say that my first party in Vegas was one for the books.
Between meeting many of you for the first time, a confrontation with my “father,” and the most recent installment in the neverending rollercoaster that is my relationship with my ex-bodyguard Pinstripe ... I’ve had plenty to chew on. But one thing from that fateful weekend stuck with me more than I expected:
I have a sister - well, a half-sister. Never thought I’d have one of those.
“Robyn with a ‘Y’” made quite the first impression. Right off the bat, it was clear that she’s the type of person I would normally take pains to avoid. Inviting me to a penthouse suite she talked her way into, the bombshell was dropped. Sisters. Different mothers, same father. Piotr Denisov. A ghost at the epicenter of my mystery-ridden past.
This is the last thing I want to worry about right now, but I can’t get her out of my mind. Probably because she won’t leave me alone. Clearly she’s gunning for some kind of apprenticeship, and since I know she reads the site, I’m going to be very direct.
I’m not in the market for a sidekick.
She even sent me scans from her childhood diary. Cheeky. Apparently, she used to call me her “Secret Sister” Sofia. Never thought I’d be able to add “imaginary friend” to my growing list of occupations.
Sure, growing up an only child, isolated in my “father’s” tower, I imagined what it might be like to have a sibling. But it was always an older brother. Someone I looked up to. Someone stronger than I was. Someone who pushed me to exceed Wayland’s sadistic expectations, as much as they comforted me when I fell short.
In pretty much every way, Robyn was not what I expected. But considering everything we’re facing right now, and everything on the horizon, maybe the unexpected is exactly what I need.
What do you think, Students? Is Robyn my Robin? Or is she just Batshit?