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Chapter 13
Mother’s and daughter’s have a lot in common
I traced my finger’s along the sides of father’s books, for a violent soul he was a very dedicated bookworm. I remember having to throw out some of my things so all his possessions could come with us. I still held a long hard grudge after I had to give up a some very sentimental things so father could fit the rest of his stuff in my suitcase, while Azerien got to keep all of his.
I could still see Azerien’s satisfied smirk, as I packed and unpacked my very few things. But over time with my own money I bought new possessions and more suitcases for my dear family.
Most of theses books were stolen, or were given as a gift, and father adapted the habit into buying more. I haven’t read one of them in ages, but no time like the present, I’d give anything to jump into a whole other world right now.
I picked up a few books and headed straight to my room, hoping father wouldn’t notice I took his books without permission.
I sat on my bed and put the books in the order I of what I wanted to read first and last. I picked up the first book and started flipping through pages, letting the book’s scent waft into the room, a calming and peaceful effect came over the room.
But the spell soon broke as a piece of paper fell from one of the pages, with a jolt I realized it was a tiny map of Valeston. By how it looked and how fragile it felt in my hands I could tell it was a few years old, and I noticed some writing on the back:
I know we shouldn’t be speaking, but I can’t seem to keep myself away. I can’t stop thinking about you, I’ve gone crazy in the days you’ve been gone. My heart just swells at the mention of your name, I must see you. Please meet me at our special place at 12:00.
From the angel to her devil,
P. S. I’ve been thinking about this for quite awhile, it’s really important, I’ve been considering running away.
That’s all that’s left, nothing else, not even a mark. It looks like father did all his best to not get a single drop on this. I knew that handwriting and who else would be in love with father when he was young.
I remember father telling us that we used to live with her, but then…things didn’t work out and they broke apart. But he didn’t tell me they ran away together, and this date was a year before Azerien was born, that meant they were probably already out of high school when they ran away. Two years before she skipped out on them, I was two years younger than Azerien. That meant mom would have left when I was still probably zero years old or just recently turned one.
But…why?
I racked my brain for something, anything. Then I quickly looked at the book I found it from, A Land Remembered by Patrick D. Smith, my mother’s favorite book. I only knew this because it was my favorite book too.
I remembered sneaking around in a different house every time, to do my ritual tradition of a welcoming beginning. I’d carefully steal the book from the shelves and then I’d read it for the whole day and night just soaking in page after page, or going to certain parts in the books, it was my guilty pleasure when I was young.
I treasured it even more when he told me that mom used to read me this before I went to bed, and sometimes even father himself. I can just imagine a younger me slowly dozing off as one of them read in a soft rhythmic pattern.
But during my years of reading I’ve never found this, it was well hidden, I must say. I studied the map again, something horrifying dawn on me that made my skin crawl. What if this was just placed here today or recently?
I thought about it, it could make sense, after all I know this book like my own back, if there was ever a hiding place, I would’ve found it by now.
Taking my phone, I started taking pictures of every inch possible, before tucking it back at a page I hoped it was placed before.
I took the stacks of books and put them back, but left A Land Remembered in my room. As soon as I got back, I jumped on my bed and turned the book to the back cover, but was disappointed to see nothing weird there.
I sighed and carefully put the book down, and tapped my foot impatiently. Fed up, I removed the map again from the page and studied the map part, and the more I studied the more I noticed something. Like that faint line pencil mark that made a circle around a place called Waulmont pond. I turned the paper and re-read a certain sentence: Please meet me at our special place at 12:00.
The special place had to be Waulmont pond, the place where they ran away together. I ran to my laptop and turned it on, going to my special hidden folder of father’s secrets.
Sure enough I found a file named Waulmont pond, there was tons of pictures of a breath taking pond, with water so clear and pure looking I would mistake it for the River of Life.
And then I remembered the part of from her angel to her devil.
Did mother know father was a bad guy? She must’ve because it sounded like they weren’t supposed to be speaking.
Then I remembered something else from earlier today. America told me that she went back to the shed and found a map, with some shoes and a machete. I went back and looked on the other folders I downloaded onto the flash drive, I skimmed to the A’s section and found a file named Angel (I had noticed that I downloaded things I hadn’t even seen when I put the flash drive in).
There were pictures of my mother and…me? There was even some were two different pictures of us were put together and you could see the similarity between us. There was two baby pictures of us, put together and it almost looked like twins, if not for a few differences.
It scared me how she looked like my half- identical- half- fraternal twin, rather than my own mother. Even of the most recent of pictures of her, she still looked that young.
Not saying she was old, of course.
Chapter 14
Never underestimate a daredevil
“I know you’ve all heard the news!” America yelled loudly, causing mostly everyone in the cafeteria to look at us. “Cali and I made up!!!”
“I’m glad,” Corrie said wearily. “But can you please not yell, I still have hearing problems from your other many loud outburst that were loud, very loud.”
America rolled her eyes, she winked at me as she grabbed Cali’s hand to sit by her. “Now, I’ve made up at least of lists of 180 activities we can do for our make up, all the times we’ve missed during our brief quarrel.”
“Why not make it 365 activities,” Cory suggested sarcastically. “Then it’ll be like a whole year that you two made up!”
America blinked, before jumping up and shouting. “That’s a great idea!!!!”
Lara shook her head, her whole body shaking with laughter. “Mare, maybe next time you shouldn’t eat candy for breakfast.”
“Keyword being maybe baby.” America said, bumping her hips with Lara’s.
Lara shook her head, turning her attention to her food.
“But,” America paused for dramatic effect. “I’ve already planned something for us as a group.”
“Really?” Cali said, and I could hear a little relief in her voice. You could only handle so much America, especially one high on candy.
“Yesterday, I told Summer about this map I found and I there was a certain spot circled. I want us to go check out.”
My heart froze. “Where?”
“Somewhere called Corrabines Estate, why?”
“Corrabines Estate?” I said the word slowly as if assessing it, that place sounded so familiar.
“So were going today after school?” America asked looking at us expectantly.
We all nodded slowly. America jumped up and down.
“Today is going to be killer!”
Such an accurate choice of words.
After school we all sent a well prepared text to our elders. We all filed into Cory’s and Corrie’s van, yes we no we shouldn’t be driving without an adult because we only have our permit but, you don’t call us daredevil’s for a reason. And Cory looked at least eighteen and had a very charming smile that could help us walk out of trouble without a scrap.
We drove far, and we were left Valeston finally finding Corrabines Estate. It was basically this huge landscape and a few houses dotted here and there. But it wasn’t far from Valeston that didn’t require a huge drive back, in fact it was a matter of minutes even though the places were very far.
It wasn’t rocket science that Corrabines Estate was like a country club, it had everything lime it. But then it just had that this air of home sweet home. Making it feel like a cozy hotel that wasn’t for tourists but for people looking for quiet life’s that were still close enough to an ongoing city.
I felt myself start to hyperventilate a little. This place was so, so familiar, I’ve had to have visited here once. It’s just the explanation that made most sense, unless I’ve seen a picture of it.
We entered a building that had to be the check-in or receptionist kind of work going on here. We split off in different directions, I lingered in near the picture part of the building. I smiled at some of the joyous photos taken, it felt like home, like I belonged here. Unlike all those other places I’ve moved to with Azerien and father, this place felt like I’ve been here for years and just returned after a very long vacation.
“Bellaire! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere,” a male voice boomed behind me and I turned around shocked.
The male seemed shock too because his eyes widened. “Oh, sorry. Just thought you were someone else, you looked exactly like her from behind.”
I nodded. “It’s okay, can happen to anybody.”
The male smiled a charming smile. “Thanks for not getting all freaked out, well I gotta go and find my buddy now.”
He waved and ran off in the other direction. That…was weird. Bellaire, that’s whom he thought I was. Oddly enough, the name sounded familiar, it had the certain ring to it that this country place does.
Was I here before?
Quickly, I thought of the note my mother sent to father of their running away. This place was cozy and very hard to find, plus it was close to Valeston for them to make any visits if necessary.
Could this have been where I was born?
I walked over to the computer section, where you could search things on why this place is good to stay, and hopefully who went here.
It took some time but my shaky finger’s managed to type Marcus Connor.
Nothing.
Taking a deep breath I typed the name Bellaire.
Bellaire Pyke.
It was the only link that popped up and that weirded me out more. I clicked on the link and a photo of a girl with light blonde hair and shocking baby blue eyes appeared on the screen. I almost jumped back and screamed in shock. I had seen her before, in the section where I saw myself too. She was the girl in the section marked Angel, on father’s secret files.
But…she wasn’t my mother, because that picture of her was recent and in that picture a woman had her arms wrapped around her and smiled widely at the camera.
Mom.
Bellaire looked almost like me, just like that girl I had mistaken for mother in the picture’s. Now I realized that all three of us were in that folder. I remembered how I thought the girl to being my half- fraternal- twin- half identical.
But what if she was my fraternal twin.
Her birth date is the same as mine she was just born a second earlier.
I thought of something and quickly typed he words: Marcus Pyke.
Bingo.
Chapter 13
Mother’s and daughter’s have a lot in common
I traced my finger’s along the sides of father’s books, for a violent soul he was a very dedicated bookworm. I remember having to throw out some of my things so all his possessions could come with us. I still held a long hard grudge after I had to give up a some very sentimental things so father could fit the rest of his stuff in my suitcase, while Azerien got to keep all of his.
I could still see Azerien’s satisfied smirk, as I packed and unpacked my very few things. But over time with my own money I bought new possessions and more suitcases for my dear family.
Most of theses books were stolen, or were given as a gift, and father adapted the habit into buying more. I haven’t read one of them in ages, but no time like the present, I’d give anything to jump into a whole other world right now.
I picked up a few books and headed straight to my room, hoping father wouldn’t notice I took his books without permission.
I sat on my bed and put the books in the order I of what I wanted to read first and last. I picked up the first book and started flipping through pages, letting the book’s scent waft into the room, a calming and peaceful effect came over the room.
But the spell soon broke as a piece of paper fell from one of the pages, with a jolt I realized it was a tiny map of Valeston. By how it looked and how fragile it felt in my hands I could tell it was a few years old, and I noticed some writing on the back:
I know we shouldn’t be speaking, but I can’t seem to keep myself away. I can’t stop thinking about you, I’ve gone crazy in the days you’ve been gone. My heart just swells at the mention of your name, I must see you. Please meet me at our special place at 12:00.
From the angel to her devil,
P. S. I’ve been thinking about this for quite awhile, it’s really important, I’ve been considering running away.
That’s all that’s left, nothing else, not even a mark. It looks like father did all his best to not get a single drop on this. I knew that handwriting and who else would be in love with father when he was young.
I remember father telling us that we used to live with her, but then…things didn’t work out and they broke apart. But he didn’t tell me they ran away together, and this date was a year before Azerien was born, that meant they were probably already out of high school when they ran away. Two years before she skipped out on them, I was two years younger than Azerien. That meant mom would have left when I was still probably zero years old or just recently turned one.
But…why?
I racked my brain for something, anything. Then I quickly looked at the book I found it from, A Land Remembered by Patrick D. Smith, my mother’s favorite book. I only knew this because it was my favorite book too.
I remembered sneaking around in a different house every time, to do my ritual tradition of a welcoming beginning. I’d carefully steal the book from the shelves and then I’d read it for the whole day and night just soaking in page after page, or going to certain parts in the books, it was my guilty pleasure when I was young.
I treasured it even more when he told me that mom used to read me this before I went to bed, and sometimes even father himself. I can just imagine a younger me slowly dozing off as one of them read in a soft rhythmic pattern.
But during my years of reading I’ve never found this, it was well hidden, I must say. I studied the map again, something horrifying dawn on me that made my skin crawl. What if this was just placed here today or recently?
I thought about it, it could make sense, after all I know this book like my own back, if there was ever a hiding place, I would’ve found it by now.
Taking my phone, I started taking pictures of every inch possible, before tucking it back at a page I hoped it was placed before.
I took the stacks of books and put them back, but left A Land Remembered in my room. As soon as I got back, I jumped on my bed and turned the book to the back cover, but was disappointed to see nothing weird there.
I sighed and carefully put the book down, and tapped my foot impatiently. Fed up, I removed the map again from the page and studied the map part, and the more I studied the more I noticed something. Like that faint line pencil mark that made a circle around a place called Waulmont pond. I turned the paper and re-read a certain sentence: Please meet me at our special place at 12:00.
The special place had to be Waulmont pond, the place where they ran away together. I ran to my laptop and turned it on, going to my special hidden folder of father’s secrets.
Sure enough I found a file named Waulmont pond, there was tons of pictures of a breath taking pond, with water so clear and pure looking I would mistake it for the River of Life.
And then I remembered the part of from her angel to her devil.
Did mother know father was a bad guy? She must’ve because it sounded like they weren’t supposed to be speaking.
Then I remembered something else from earlier today. America told me that she went back to the shed and found a map, with some shoes and a machete. I went back and looked on the other folders I downloaded onto the flash drive, I skimmed to the A’s section and found a file named Angel (I had noticed that I downloaded things I hadn’t even seen when I put the flash drive in).
There were pictures of my mother and…me? There was even some were two different pictures of us were put together and you could see the similarity between us. There was two baby pictures of us, put together and it almost looked like twins, if not for a few differences.
It scared me how she looked like my half- identical- half- fraternal twin, rather than my own mother. Even of the most recent of pictures of her, she still looked that young.
Not saying she was old, of course.
Chapter 14
Never underestimate a daredevil
“I know you’ve all heard the news!” America yelled loudly, causing mostly everyone in the cafeteria to look at us. “Cali and I made up!!!”
“I’m glad,” Corrie said wearily. “But can you please not yell, I still have hearing problems from your other many loud outburst that were loud, very loud.”
America rolled her eyes, she winked at me as she grabbed Cali’s hand to sit by her. “Now, I’ve made up at least of lists of 180 activities we can do for our make up, all the times we’ve missed during our brief quarrel.”
“Why not make it 365 activities,” Cory suggested sarcastically. “Then it’ll be like a whole year that you two made up!”
America blinked, before jumping up and shouting. “That’s a great idea!!!!”
Lara shook her head, her whole body shaking with laughter. “Mare, maybe next time you shouldn’t eat candy for breakfast.”
“Keyword being maybe baby.” America said, bumping her hips with Lara’s.
Lara shook her head, turning her attention to her food.
“But,” America paused for dramatic effect. “I’ve already planned something for us as a group.”
“Really?” Cali said, and I could hear a little relief in her voice. You could only handle so much America, especially one high on candy.
“Yesterday, I told Summer about this map I found and I there was a certain spot circled. I want us to go check out.”
My heart froze. “Where?”
“Somewhere called Corrabines Estate, why?”
“Corrabines Estate?” I said the word slowly as if assessing it, that place sounded so familiar.
“So were going today after school?” America asked looking at us expectantly.
We all nodded slowly. America jumped up and down.
“Today is going to be killer!”
Such an accurate choice of words.
After school we all sent a well prepared text to our elders. We all filed into Cory’s and Corrie’s van, yes we no we shouldn’t be driving without an adult because we only have our permit but, you don’t call us daredevil’s for a reason. And Cory looked at least eighteen and had a very charming smile that could help us walk out of trouble without a scrap.
We drove far, and we were left Valeston finally finding Corrabines Estate. It was basically this huge landscape and a few houses dotted here and there. But it wasn’t far from Valeston that didn’t require a huge drive back, in fact it was a matter of minutes even though the places were very far.
It wasn’t rocket science that Corrabines Estate was like a country club, it had everything lime it. But then it just had that this air of home sweet home. Making it feel like a cozy hotel that wasn’t for tourists but for people looking for quiet life’s that were still close enough to an ongoing city.
I felt myself start to hyperventilate a little. This place was so, so familiar, I’ve had to have visited here once. It’s just the explanation that made most sense, unless I’ve seen a picture of it.
We entered a building that had to be the check-in or receptionist kind of work going on here. We split off in different directions, I lingered in near the picture part of the building. I smiled at some of the joyous photos taken, it felt like home, like I belonged here. Unlike all those other places I’ve moved to with Azerien and father, this place felt like I’ve been here for years and just returned after a very long vacation.
“Bellaire! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere,” a male voice boomed behind me and I turned around shocked.
The male seemed shock too because his eyes widened. “Oh, sorry. Just thought you were someone else, you looked exactly like her from behind.”
I nodded. “It’s okay, can happen to anybody.”
The male smiled a charming smile. “Thanks for not getting all freaked out, well I gotta go and find my buddy now.”
He waved and ran off in the other direction. That…was weird. Bellaire, that’s whom he thought I was. Oddly enough, the name sounded familiar, it had the certain ring to it that this country place does.
Was I here before?
Quickly, I thought of the note my mother sent to father of their running away. This place was cozy and very hard to find, plus it was close to Valeston for them to make any visits if necessary.
Could this have been where I was born?
I walked over to the computer section, where you could search things on why this place is good to stay, and hopefully who went here.
It took some time but my shaky finger’s managed to type Marcus Connor.
Nothing.
Taking a deep breath I typed the name Bellaire.
Bellaire Pyke.
It was the only link that popped up and that weirded me out more. I clicked on the link and a photo of a girl with light blonde hair and shocking baby blue eyes appeared on the screen. I almost jumped back and screamed in shock. I had seen her before, in the section where I saw myself too. She was the girl in the section marked Angel, on father’s secret files.
But…she wasn’t my mother, because that picture of her was recent and in that picture a woman had her arms wrapped around her and smiled widely at the camera.
Mom.
Bellaire looked almost like me, just like that girl I had mistaken for mother in the picture’s. Now I realized that all three of us were in that folder. I remembered how I thought the girl to being my half- fraternal- twin- half identical.
But what if she was my fraternal twin.
Her birth date is the same as mine she was just born a second earlier.
I thought of something and quickly typed he words: Marcus Pyke.
Bingo.
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal or energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to show the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man next to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal or energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to show the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man next to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Book cover
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed you and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side by side.
