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#853862 added July 9, 2015 at 10:06pm
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Chapter Three
One word slammed into my mind despair. Listen and listen careful your mother wants to destroy you and your father in the next few months at all cost I never betrayed you the only way to have a chance against her is to work on the inside. He must have noticed that my mouth has dropped open because he continued your mother is going to die in the next few months and she wants to destroy you before it happens the plan now is ... Before he could finish that thought my mother barged in you need to leave now she snarled you had your little nap now leave. Before I could make a snide comment a idea flashe inside my mind. May I use your restroom I said as sweetly a possible. I don't know what your up to but make it quick. I jumped from my sitting position and headed to the bathroom knowing my mothers office was right beside it. I looked both way before I carefully made my way to the door taking out a bobby pin and unlocking it as quickly as possible with one more glace behind my back I entered and rushed to the desk and computer where the filing cabinet was located. I tugged at the doors on the desk soon realizing it was locked. Great I groaned I turned and looked around knowing my mother ahe probaly hid the key in this very office I soon discovered it unde. A plant in the far corner I opened the door flipping though the documents. I know it's here somewhere I just know it. My eyes lit up when I finally found the small vanilla folder with my brothers name writien across it in neat script. I stopped am I really ready to find out the truth would it be better left alone. With my thoughts swimming in my mind I open the folder that was in my shaking hands and saw the words that I already knew that I refused to know the death of my brother wasn't what I always thought no ...I never thought it could be this bad no I thought the end of my brothers life was bad enought but no it was much much worse then what my mind could even grasp. I stared at the folder in my hand.. Holding it like it was my lifeline. Not seeing the words that were floating across my vision... it says that the accident that killed my brother was in fact not an accident, but he was dead before the accident even occurred.. The accident was a cover up to a crime I never even knew existed. I closed my eyes, praying that the knowledge would disappear from my mind, though I swore to myself I wanted to know the truth..... But I could never imaged.... That.... I couldn't even..... My brother met his end by getting stabbed several times. But as I looked through the file several papers have been missing one of them is the one I needed the most and that was the name of the person who did it. I stared at the paper unable to move, but knowing I needed to. My mother will notice that I have been gone way too long. Then it hit me all at once if he was killed, why was my father telling me it was an accident. Was he involved. I snapped back to reality when I noticed the paper ripping under my trembling fingers. I closed the folder placing it carefully back in the drawer. I stood on shaking legs willing myself to stop trembling. I bit my bottom lip, placing my hand on the cold door knob. I opened the door and took my first step in finding the truth even if it killed me. As I walked towards the living room, I couldn't hold back the thoughts that flooded my head.. I am like a puzzle my life scattered in so many pieces with only small hints on how to put them together. As I go further I fear that my pieces are just growing, changing the shape of each piece making it a new image all together. I have tried putting it together and every time I do the pieces never fit. I closed my eyes leading against the wall, unsure of how to continue. Why has my father been lying to me about the death? Who did it and why was it not with the rest of the file? I turned around and ran right into Williams. You know don't you? He asked, glancing at my flushed face. But I couldn't make myself move. I know who did it he whispered before turning around and walking away.

I stood there during something I haven't done in years ever since that one moment that one moment that took so much. I sighed and forced the over shadowing memory from my mind as I stood still and focused on the back of a person's head that I knew so well that I knew as well as the back of my hand. The back of William head going further away knowing I only had moments before he went out of sight and with all the will power I had I forced my way into his cluttered mind. Like before his thoughts were never in ordered I rolled my eyes as I went though so many random thoughts such as what he should eat for dinner and over pointless information. I nearly jumped when I finally bummed into the information I needed the one about my brother right when I was going to glanced over the name the name to get the one piece of the puzzle that might make the other come into place. The name was.... I was startled out of his mind more pushed out I looked up dazed as I started into William's eyes as he glared at me. 'You do know that is completely rude correct to pry into someones mind is worst then reading someones diary." he said with a sneer. I sighed with a small smirk and you do know lying and being a backstabbing two piece oh well I think I can stop with that or do you want me to continue. I said meeting him in his eyes. "Your still difficult I see I told you what all that I could tell you, knowing the entire truth of your brother..Well that would cause more problems then anything you already found out way to much information.. Just listen to me okay there is more at risk now then you will ever be able to understand... Then a thought hit me how did you know how did you find out how to push me out of your thoughts..it doesn't make since even my brother never got hold of such information so how did you.....He stopped me mid sentence "See this is what I mean your asking way to many questions don't you understand there are reasons you don't know they taught me people you can never know about people you should never learn about he mumbled with a shudder. As the more I try to figure things out the more the questions to begin to build I grabbed his arm was it them that made you turn me in these people...who are they..why me....why I said grabbing his arm shaking it with so much force that I wasn't aware of until I saw his top frame begin to shake, even though I know the force was not needed I could not stop myself the fear the anger was all in this one grip this one shake that I had no control over. But instead of moving of responding he started at me with the saddest eyes. Then he mumbled don't you understand if I tell you it would destroy you and everything don't you understand that its best you do not know and hold the memories close and just run..run away from it all. He started without blinking as tears slowly fell from those lovely eyes I knew so well. I blinked and the grip I had on his arm loosen..what are you talking about destroy me what will destroy me I said shakily not being able to hold the fear that was slowly bulidng up from creeping into my voice..Your brother well he never kept your secret he never kept anything from day one he has worked for them behind the scenes... I mean have you ever wondered why he even took you in..why he made sure you were always so close just a foot away...have you ever just wondered why...I mean. before he could finished I snatched my hand away from me..No your lying I said screaming your lying the only two words that would come out of my mouth like it was stuck on repeat and no matter how hard I tried I could not take it off to think of any more words. He started at me with utter saddens while he grabbed my shoulders stop screaming he yelled this is why I did not want to tell you I wanted you to continue to believe that your brother was all that you thought and so much more.. but the cruel truth is he worked for them until his death or the death he chose to portray... I stopped gasping for air but the funeral the..the unable to continue I stood shaking as William continue to hold my shoulders..Listen to me the funeral there was no funeral the death everything was some how leaked into your memory so it to you was real.. I do not know how but your brother some how found a way to give you false memories and his funeral was one of them.. Everything went black I couldn't move I couldn't breath I was lost in a world with no escape until I felt the last thing I ever expected William lips crashing into mine.
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