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Chapter 15
You’re a Pyke, darling, not a Connor
There he was Marcus Pyke, not Connor, and there was one picture of him, and it was my father. Which meant he used to be Marcus Pike, not Connor. But that means he must’ve changed his name, and mom kept the same one.
Why?
Your guess is as good as mine.
There was another picture, way at the bottom, it was of father, my mom, a little Azerien and two little babies that both had their thumbs in their mouths and had the innocent blue eyes opened wide.
I had a twin.
Fraternal she may be, but still.
And what about that male boy mistaking me for her, did he know my mother?
“Summer?” A voice asked, almost making me jump, but I relaxed when I saw it was America.
“Hey,” I said lightly.
“Did you find anything?”
“Not really important, just some things about these people, but they don’t really matter.” I hear myself saying.
America nodded, holding out her hand, “then let’s go, Gregori’s hungry and he won’t shut up.”
I laughed as I took her hand, and relinquished in the air of security it left me in. My friends could always make me forget the worse things, no matter how horrid it was, and I was super grateful for the distraction.
I didn’t want to be Zyanna Connor or Zyanna Pyke at the moment.
Chapter 16
I know you know
“Where have you been?” Azerien yelled the moment I entered the house. I cringed instantly, his voice was loud and I could detect a faint whiff of alcohol from his breathe.
“Outside,” I told him calmly, but inside I was shaking.
“Outside? With your loser friends!”
I flinched and backed away. “I thought you liked them.”
“Why would I like a bunch of nosy little brats, who don’t know when to butt out!”
“What are you talking about! They haven’t down anything!”
Azerien shook his head, “next time you leave school to go somewhere you run it by me.”
“You don’t control-”
“You run it by me!” Azerien yelled, grabbing my wrists and cornering me against the wall.
“You can’t force me too,” I say, my voice sounding small.
“Then I’ll run it by father.”
A felt a surge of anger course through me at the mention of father. The liar, the murderer, Mr. Pyke.
I looked at Azerien levelly in the eye. “You can’t tell me what to do, no matter who you go to, or what you threaten me with.”
With that I managed to get out of his grasp, and I went straight to my room. I locked the door, in case Azerien decided to follow me back, and I went straight to my laptop where I went on a search engine and typed the name Bellaire Pyke again.
One answer popped up again, but this one had barely any new information to the one I already know. I sighed, where else would she be?
I mulled over it, and then with a leap of faith I typed in the words Twitter.
Of course she would have a twitter, I made an irritated noise in my throat as I clicked on the link. It popped me up to her page, and I was pleased it was the Bellaire I was looking for.
Her tweets were vague, and weird as if she was hinting something. But one tweet in particular caught my eye. It said: have you seen him? And there was some kind of a link there I clicked on it and it was a picture of our young dad, Marcus Pyke.
My heart ached for her, when I thought that she must be going through the same pain I am, but it was because she didn’t have a father not, a mother like me. There were tons of pictures, but I noticed there were no more of father, and none of our mother.
There was only one explanation, our mom didn’t want anything public about her be put out. I started thinking, what if father had changed his last name before he married mom, that way someone would be having a time if they were trying to find them.
I opened up another tab, and typed in Marcus from Valeston. I crossed my fingers as it loaded. A lot of suggestions popped up, I found out there was a lot of Marcuses from Valeston. I added high from the last word and even more suggestions popped up.
I shook my head vigorously, then I typed in Valeston high…when was father in high school? Ugh! I hate math! He was born in 1970, so add in 14 …1984! Valeston high 1984-1988 (though father got kicked out when he was young).
A lot popped up, so I typed in kid sets science lab on fire. A few popped up so I clicked on the first link, which happened to be the school website.
I squinted my eyes as I read the heading: Student Vincent Pyke gets expelled for setting science lab on fire.
Vincent Pyke
Vincent!
Father changed his first and last name!
I read the little paragraph word for word.
On February 22nd high school student Vincent Pyke sets our beloved science lab on fire. He swears it was an accident, but someone who doesn’t want to be known tipped us that it had something to do with high school sweetheart Simphonus Zyanna-Bellaire. What exactly? Not sure, all though students are gossiping about a love triangle? No one confirmed it, but we know for sure it was Vincent who sent it on fire. Apparently Vincent has a huge anger issue, and he takes things way too far. So were here to confirm that Vincent Pyke has been expelled and is not going to set one foot on this campus ever again.
Simphonus Zyanna-Bellaire. My mom, who me and my sister were named after, a name that father never changed.
Next morning I tossed and turned and groaned as I raised my hand to turn off my alarm clock. Why do I have to go to school, I ask myself for the umpteenth time. Because it’s your sanctuary, second to church, I thought immediately.
I grabbed a pair of clothes and threw them on, skipping taking a shower because I just wanted to get to school.
However, when I exited my room I came face to face with Azerien who was leaning on the wall opposite to my door staring at it, but his gaze soon snapped to mine.He lifted himself up off the wall. “We need to talk.”
“And I need to go to school,” I blew him a kiss and was about to boot out of there.
But of course, I never got to as I closed my eyes at his next words.
“I know you know your friends saw father.”
Chapter 15
You’re a Pyke, darling, not a Connor
There he was Marcus Pyke, not Connor, and there was one picture of him, and it was my father. Which meant he used to be Marcus Pike, not Connor. But that means he must’ve changed his name, and mom kept the same one.
Why?
Your guess is as good as mine.
There was another picture, way at the bottom, it was of father, my mom, a little Azerien and two little babies that both had their thumbs in their mouths and had the innocent blue eyes opened wide.
I had a twin.
Fraternal she may be, but still.
And what about that male boy mistaking me for her, did he know my mother?
“Summer?” A voice asked, almost making me jump, but I relaxed when I saw it was America.
“Hey,” I said lightly.
“Did you find anything?”
“Not really important, just some things about these people, but they don’t really matter.” I hear myself saying.
America nodded, holding out her hand, “then let’s go, Gregori’s hungry and he won’t shut up.”
I laughed as I took her hand, and relinquished in the air of security it left me in. My friends could always make me forget the worse things, no matter how horrid it was, and I was super grateful for the distraction.
I didn’t want to be Zyanna Connor or Zyanna Pyke at the moment.
Chapter 16
I know you know
“Where have you been?” Azerien yelled the moment I entered the house. I cringed instantly, his voice was loud and I could detect a faint whiff of alcohol from his breathe.
“Outside,” I told him calmly, but inside I was shaking.
“Outside? With your loser friends!”
I flinched and backed away. “I thought you liked them.”
“Why would I like a bunch of nosy little brats, who don’t know when to butt out!”
“What are you talking about! They haven’t down anything!”
Azerien shook his head, “next time you leave school to go somewhere you run it by me.”
“You don’t control-”
“You run it by me!” Azerien yelled, grabbing my wrists and cornering me against the wall.
“You can’t force me too,” I say, my voice sounding small.
“Then I’ll run it by father.”
A felt a surge of anger course through me at the mention of father. The liar, the murderer, Mr. Pyke.
I looked at Azerien levelly in the eye. “You can’t tell me what to do, no matter who you go to, or what you threaten me with.”
With that I managed to get out of his grasp, and I went straight to my room. I locked the door, in case Azerien decided to follow me back, and I went straight to my laptop where I went on a search engine and typed the name Bellaire Pyke again.
One answer popped up again, but this one had barely any new information to the one I already know. I sighed, where else would she be?
I mulled over it, and then with a leap of faith I typed in the words Twitter.
Of course she would have a twitter, I made an irritated noise in my throat as I clicked on the link. It popped me up to her page, and I was pleased it was the Bellaire I was looking for.
Her tweets were vague, and weird as if she was hinting something. But one tweet in particular caught my eye. It said: have you seen him? And there was some kind of a link there I clicked on it and it was a picture of our young dad, Marcus Pyke.
My heart ached for her, when I thought that she must be going through the same pain I am, but it was because she didn’t have a father not, a mother like me. There were tons of pictures, but I noticed there were no more of father, and none of our mother.
There was only one explanation, our mom didn’t want anything public about her be put out. I started thinking, what if father had changed his last name before he married mom, that way someone would be having a time if they were trying to find them.
I opened up another tab, and typed in Marcus from Valeston. I crossed my fingers as it loaded. A lot of suggestions popped up, I found out there was a lot of Marcuses from Valeston. I added high from the last word and even more suggestions popped up.
I shook my head vigorously, then I typed in Valeston high…when was father in high school? Ugh! I hate math! He was born in 1970, so add in 14 …1984! Valeston high 1984-1988 (though father got kicked out when he was young).
A lot popped up, so I typed in kid sets science lab on fire. A few popped up so I clicked on the first link, which happened to be the school website.
I squinted my eyes as I read the heading: Student Vincent Pyke gets expelled for setting science lab on fire.
Vincent Pyke
Vincent!
Father changed his first and last name!
I read the little paragraph word for word.
On February 22nd high school student Vincent Pyke sets our beloved science lab on fire. He swears it was an accident, but someone who doesn’t want to be known tipped us that it had something to do with high school sweetheart Simphonus Zyanna-Bellaire. What exactly? Not sure, all though students are gossiping about a love triangle? No one confirmed it, but we know for sure it was Vincent who sent it on fire. Apparently Vincent has a huge anger issue, and he takes things way too far. So were here to confirm that Vincent Pyke has been expelled and is not going to set one foot on this campus ever again.
Simphonus Zyanna-Bellaire. My mom, who me and my sister were named after, a name that father never changed.
Next morning I tossed and turned and groaned as I raised my hand to turn off my alarm clock. Why do I have to go to school, I ask myself for the umpteenth time. Because it’s your sanctuary, second to church, I thought immediately.
I grabbed a pair of clothes and threw them on, skipping taking a shower because I just wanted to get to school.
However, when I exited my room I came face to face with Azerien who was leaning on the wall opposite to my door staring at it, but his gaze soon snapped to mine.He lifted himself up off the wall. “We need to talk.”
“And I need to go to school,” I blew him a kiss and was about to boot out of there.
But of course, I never got to as I closed my eyes at his next words.
“I know you know your friends saw father.”
Now that you left me....
My soul is crying
Out to the world
Above me.
Now that you left me....
I couldn't figure out
How to go on with life
And I stayed right on....
With my despair.
Now that you left me....
You broke my heart,
And now it's covered in broken glass,
Oh broken glass......
It's time to move on now...
But I can't help feeling the tragedy
Of that lonesome night...
How the world jeered at me.
The world hurt me.
There's no more hope left,
So face the truth.
I am a piece of broken glass,
Shimmering in the dark and dreary night
My heart broke
When it felt like the end of the world...
And boy, was it the end of the world.
I was broken glass,
And nobody seemed to care about me.
I am broken glass.
I am heartbroken.
I am...
No more.
My soul is crying
Out to the world
Above me.
Now that you left me....
I couldn't figure out
How to go on with life
And I stayed right on....
With my despair.
Now that you left me....
You broke my heart,
And now it's covered in broken glass,
Oh broken glass......
It's time to move on now...
But I can't help feeling the tragedy
Of that lonesome night...
How the world jeered at me.
The world hurt me.
There's no more hope left,
So face the truth.
I am a piece of broken glass,
Shimmering in the dark and dreary night
My heart broke
When it felt like the end of the world...
And boy, was it the end of the world.
I was broken glass,
And nobody seemed to care about me.
I am broken glass.
I am heartbroken.
I am...
No more.
The power of love,
It can take you to many places,
And it will bring
Many good things to this world
The power of love
It will bring many people together
We will bond
And the world will get together
The greatest minds will form
And we will live in unity
Love is certainly
A powerful object
Love
Is amazing,
For it can do anything possible,
But it can be very hurtful.
Love
Can bring all the people
Of the world together,
Together once at last
The power of love
Can never be explained,
For it is amazing
Exactly because of that.
It can take you to many places,
And it will bring
Many good things to this world
The power of love
It will bring many people together
We will bond
And the world will get together
The greatest minds will form
And we will live in unity
Love is certainly
A powerful object
Love
Is amazing,
For it can do anything possible,
But it can be very hurtful.
Love
Can bring all the people
Of the world together,
Together once at last
The power of love
Can never be explained,
For it is amazing
Exactly because of that.