You're the one I .... adore??.....

My sister's secrets

Happy New Year!!!

There are a couple of POV's in this chapter, kindly keep and eye out for them...

Love you!

Vicky

Peter's POV;

Dad sent me away to get whiskey, I knew it was a stupid reason to kick me out but I understood his worry for Lily and well I guess for me too, he didn't want me to know somethings, the death of my parents being one of them. Somehow I knew that Uncle Liam was connected to my parents' murder, to Lily's fears, but I didn't know how.

Before Liam walked in, I had been begging dad to tell me the truth about Lily and my family, well my other parents, somehow mom and dad had always been mom and dad and Jake and Hannah had been distant dead relatives. I couldn't relate to them as mom and dad when mine were with me. Lily on the other hand had two sets of parents, but she somehow felt obligated to mom and dad. It was as if she was forever trying to pay off some debt, I could never make her understand that you never repaid your parents, you only loved them back.

Dad simply nodded when I requested that he tell me about them, Jake and Hannah, I had said. He looked into my eyes, took a deep breathe and said," Son, it's okay with us if you call them mom and dad too you know," He whispered. I nodded and proceeded to call them Jake and Hannah, "Dad, you and mom are mom and dad to me, they are my parents but I feel I am your son. Can I please pretend to be your son?" I choked when I said that, for as long as I remember, I have been trying to copy dad, be like him, I dream of being like him, how can I look at another set of parents then?

"How did they die dad? Why is Lily like this? Why does she hate Uncle Liam so much?" I whispered, hoping to change the topic altogether.  He nodded again and I could see his jaws tightening, I could see the pain in his eyes, the tensing of his shoulders, it was as if he was steeling himself to face pain, perhaps he was. My parents had been his best Friends, my sister still lived in pain....

"Son", he gulped, trying to find the right words, words that seemed to illude him. I nodded not knowing how to ease the pain and feeling guilty for bringing it up, but I had to know, I had to understand. "I cannot tell you everything now, not because you shouldn't know, not because I don't trust you but because for a father, protecting his children is his first priority, no matter how old and wise they become, no matter how old the father becomes, he will always want to protect his child." I nodded, I swear he had tears in his eyes. 

"Dad" I whispered,but he held his hand," There will be loads of questions that will run through your mind, especially over the next few days, please bring them to me, talk to me, I do not promise to answer all of them but I will try and make you understand things in the best way possible. Okay?" I nodded and braced myself, but just as he  was about to begin, Uncle Liam slid on the settee, right next to me and looking at him , dad kicked me out. ...

I had sent whiskey for them before I walked in to play with my sibling, I knew they were worried, as worried as kids could be. "Hey guys!" I hollered as I walked into their play room! It had belonged to Lily and me too at one time, we still played here, especially when we were playing with our tiny little sibling. It had always been so much fun.. I wondered if Lily would play with us again, just like always....

 Over the next few hours I played with Amy and Jake. It was fun, each trying to make the other laugh, tickling each other, simply having a blast. The puzzle we had been working on was now a mess, its pieces had flown all over the room, the same room that now looked liked a tornado hit zone. We guys had had a pillow fight, threw around a few more toys, messed up with Amy and Lily's teddy collection of stuff toys and generally made a ruckus...

"Kids!! what the hell is this!" Oh well mom walked in and as anyone with a mom can imagine... its freaking hell! Ah well... after a nice little tongue lashing and grounding threats we were allowed to come to dinner, well. only after mom supervised us cleaning the play room.