After I said what I did, I immediately regretted it. Never in my entire life had I been bombarded with so many questions. Not even with Foster. Well, I guess one of the interrogators was a mini Foster, so it made sense. Anyway, as soon as I told them where I remembered Fanny from, questions kept popping out at me, as if I was playing Whack-A-Mole, (I was told it's a human game). Who is that? What do you mean? Are you gonna tell us? What's the Neverseen? What does your mom have to do with anything? Just tell us already! Those were the questions being thrown at me. And now... the journey of explaining began.
I sighed, "Guys, if you keep asking me questions I can't explain."
"Well you can't just throw something like that out there and not expect us to be freaked out!" Amy and Fanny shouted in unison.
"Girls? Are you okay? Why are you guys yelling?" Amy's dad called.
"Dad, we're fine. Just... playing a game," Amy lied. She turned to face me, her hair whipping my face.
"Now tell us," Amy demanded.
"Okay, first of all: Ow! Your hair hurts! Second of all: Shouldn't we go somewhere a little more... private?" I asked.
"No! Just tell us! We'll keep our voice down," Fanny argued.
"Okay fine. So Fanny," I turned to face her, "the reason why you couldn't remember when you first saw me was probably because my dearest mother got someone to erase your memories, Gethen. So--"
"Wait how can someone erase people's memories?" Fanny asked. Then she leaned in closer to me and whispered, "Is she a... spy? Like from Mission Impossible? With all those cool gadgets?"
I couldn't help but let the corners of my lips curl into a smile. "No, my mother is not a spy. And I gotta say, I have no idea what 'Mission Impossible' is, but it sounds pretty cool. Anyway, if you guys are going to keep interrupting me, this isn't going to work." I held their gazes until they both nodded.
"So my mom is part of an evil organization called the Neverseen and you really don't want to know what they do. Actually, before I go there, let me explain something else. Sorry, there's just A LOT to cover. Anyhoo, that stranger that you saw opening the door of your house. That's... your real dad." I wait for Fanny to say something, ask me something, do something. But there was only silence.
"That's not even close to the worst part so brace yourself.
"Wait, before we start again, let me just clear something up. My name is actually Amy not Katie, so that's why Keefe is calling me Amy. Just wanted to clear that up," Amy jumped in.
"Oh wow, I really don't know you as well as I thought," Fanny said. She turned to Keefe, "Please continue.
"So, I had no idea what was in the letter I gave your dad, but I had a theory that my mom was trying to recruit him. Long story, short, my theory was confirmed. But here's the thing. Your dad said no. And my mom... she killed him. She killed him. And up till now, I thought she had killed you too," I explained. But I was starting to lose control of myself. My vision was rimmed with red and I felt the tears rolling down my face. If I myself am crying, what about Fanny? I slowly turned my head to face Fanny. Amy comforted her, patting her back. Fanny had her face buried in her hands. Her feet wouldn't stay still and I could hear quiet sniffles. When Fanny finally showed her face, I saw her eyes, all puffy and red and her palms were wet with her own tears.
"I'm so sorry, you two. If there's anything I can do to help, tell me," Amy whispered.
"Tell me more," Fanny said.
"What? Fanny, are you sure you can take it? It's not going to get better. We can take a break, if you want," I insisted.
"I'm sure. Now tell me more," Fanny demanded.
I took a deep breath and continued. "My friends and I found out about what my mom did in a paper with a list of obituaries. I found your's and your dad's name--"
"What's his name?" Fanny asked with no emotion whatsoever in her voice. And that's not a metaphor. Literally. She had no emotion. I'm an Empath so I could tell.
"What?" I replied.
"My dad. What was his name?" she repeated.
"Ethan Benedict Wright," I answered.
"What's my real name? And how is that not my name right now?" she asked.
"Eleanor Olivia Wright. And like I told you before, my mom erased your memories. You only remember what she wanted you to remember. And the reason why you don't feel a blank spot in your memories is because she created fake ones. She probably waited till you were adopted and then erased your parents and your memories. So my mom probably moved you here from London, where you were living with your real dad at the time, so you wouldn't get suspicious." I explained. Fanny or Eleanor, or whatever I'm supposed to call her, simply nodded.
I continued, "Anyway, when we found yours and your dad's name on the list of obituaries, of course we assumed you were dead. But I suppose we should have looked more into it. My mom must have faked your death so no one could find you." She nodded again.
"I have a question. Do you think it was just pure coincidence that Fanny and I are best friends," Amy asked.
"I don't know. I haven't really thought about that. I'll look into it," I promised.
"If this is getting too much for you, Fanny, just tell me. Amy already knows about the big stuff and she was fine so I'm not worried. It's just that sometimes the human mind can't take so much information," I added. But then it dawned on me. I cursed myself for the slip. Apparently Amy and Fanny noticed it too. I could tell Amy was cursing me even more. But that was n't who I was concerned about. Fanny had turned ghostly pale, her fair skin dulled. Her irises enlarged and even her straight blonde hair seemed to turn an ash color. Her hands trembled and she twirled her hair.
She turned to me and asked, with absolute horror in her voice, "You're not human?"
A/N: 1090 words!!! Thank you SOOOOOOOOO much for reading. I really appreciate it!!!
