Jasper finished his story and both of them knew that there was more too it, more of Micara's side. The half-breed took a breath but didn't speak just yet. She was going to miss a part of the story out. She had too, she already said that she and Maria were not alike, but they were. Fifty years ago they were alike, well, Micara was much worse, but either way, they were alike, and she had too keep the truth from her family.
Samson and Samantha, Issy and Macey, Bella, Nessie and Jacob were sat still, completely engulfed in the story.
"My father and I arrived back to Mexico and my sister had made some friends. Their names were Lucy and Nettie, they didn't pay attention to me a lot but when they did they were very mean. I noticed that they did bring out the real Maria that I used to know so I didn't say anything, because my sister was slowly getting better, and I couldn't wait for the day till she was fine again. Sadly, It seemed like she was putting on the happy act,"
Micara's eyes filled with tears as she turned to look at her son. Although Samson Hanson and Samson Hanson-Hale shared no facial features, they had the same name, and that's why it hurt to talk about his death, because her son was named the same thing.
"My father had told me to go out and buy some dresses and items that I liked. I did so, excited to get something pretty, but when I got back I wasn't expecting to see what I did. I saw my sister drop my father's head. Maria decapitated our father in front of me. I don't know what brought her to do that, but she did. And that scarred me, because Samson was the kindest person I'd ever knew," Micara winced
"Samson?" Sammy questioned
"You were named after him Samson," Jasper told
"Don't worry Sammy, he was nothing like my sister, he was the opposite. Caring, kind, sweet, amazing. He'd do anything for someone he loved. Anyway, after that, it was my turn to become depressed, the only one who was there for me, gone, right in front of my eyes. Maria left me alone most of the time, and when she tried to speak to me, it was to get me to use my gift to help her with the newborns, I always said no, but I eventually gave in," Micara continued
"You have a gift Mom?" Sam asked
"Mind warp. I can make anyone do anything that I want. I can basically control anything," Micara informed, then went back to her story, "I tried to help my sister the best I could but I always managed to make her mad at me. Fortunately, I found a friend. She was called Annabelle and we always talked about our secrets, we were always there for each other. But then Maria found out about our friendship and killed her. Apparently, if she wasn't happy, nobody else could be.
"I was forced back in my shell. I was basically a little nobody," A nobody who wont even tell her husband how bad she really was, "I would stay in bed all day and not do anything. The years went by and I eventually sorted out my life," Did you really? You're still a liar, "I started doing things again, getting out of bed, chores and going outside. Many years later, Maria sent me to Canada. Here we are now,"
The kids sat silent for a second before looking at each other.
"Thanks for telling us an' all, but why did we need to know?" Sam asked
"Because Maria is expecting to visit me at my flat in Canada. And I'm in Washington, America. After we figure out a plan, I need to call her to change course so she comes here instead, meaning she'll meet you," Micara told
"Why don't we just leave it," Samson wondered
"Because she'll track her down," Jasper answered, "Does anyone have a plan? Or an Idea?"
Everyone thought for a second.
"I can run around the house, blocking your scents, We can even become best friends and spend time together so she wont recognise your scents when we're out," Jacob offered
The parents ignoring Jacob's childishness and thought about the plan closely.
Jasper shook his head, realizing something. "She knows what wolf stench smells like, and if there's a large amount in one area she'll get suspicious and look,"
They all went silent again.
"I could create an illusion, allowing her to think you're actually at your flat Micara," Macey told
"Your illusions don't stretch that far Macey," Alice pouted.
For the third time, they all went silent. Edward could hear all, apart from Samantha, Samson and Bella's, thoughts buzzing around in everyone's head.
"I have an idea!" Samantha shouted, "Mom, give her the address so she comes here. Act like you're oblivious to the fact that Dad knew her, make up some mad story about how me and Sammy are twins that escaped a hospital still really sick so Carlisle changed us, act like you and Dad aren't married, sorry, and we should be set,"
Everyone was taken away at the young girls idea. It seemed pretty reliable. Would it work. Would this mad show be a Horror, or would it be a fantasy?
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