Dancing in the Oaks

Fake

I drove back to the house to have a discussion with my mother and father concerning the matter. I wanted answers and trust me they are so hard to get. No one seems to be willing to give it either. I sat on the bar stool. "How is this possible? I was grieving mom and y'all decided to just come back? I have lived months without y'all."

"I know this is a lot to take in. We come back and our sweet little Norah is dating. That was not like her before. She doesn't even act or look the same! I know you were probably grieving and everything. We're so sorry that you had to go through that." My mother said with clear affirmation. I still struggled believing her for some reason. There was just this deep feeling within me saying to not believe it.

My father took a seat on the couch. He also had something weird about him as well. "We were held hostage in a dark room. We could never make out the details as to where we were. The environment was dark, dank, and scary. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The only things that we all remember was waking up in the morgue, running away, then ending up in the dark place." My father then went on to say, "They never ended up killing us because they wanted to find you. We were their escape point."

"What?! We found 12 dead people, I mean dead people, in this basement! You four were in a dark basement. When you ran away why didn't you come back... y'all were pronounced dead!" I explained.

"12 bodies? Hmm." Was all my mother said. Once again, there is just something so different about them.

"Out of all that I get a hmm! What?" This seemed to be escalating into an argument. Defensiveness is for sure a sign of deceit.

"How did you survive?" My brother asked.

I thought for a moment. "I died twice, Harlem, twice! I was pronounced dead not once, but twice! I didn't survive, I was saved. Nicholas saved me!" It's hard to convey feelings with people you knew, but kinda missed for a few months. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything."

"No, don't be sorry. It's good. You've done a great job. I understand this is hard to comprehend. Nick found y'all's bodies. How does that work?" I asked.

My father spoke clearly saying,"Yes he did find us, but we weren't dead. We came back just like you. We never told you, but you and Berry are related. This is gonna be a lot to take in, but it's time we finally solve this once and for all. You are German Norah. We are German. We saw that you found your grandmother's stuff. I am so tired of hiding it. Your mother and I met at the Bavarian festival just like your great grandparents and your great great grandparents. We don't hate the culture, it's just the Dales make everything harder than what it has to be. The Dales are the ones who hurt our company. It wasn't your other uncle. They were jealous that we gave you the name Norah. They liked that name. Your name means honor in Germanic roots. They wanted that name. We named you after your great grandmother from Düsseldorf and your great great grandmother from Berlin. The Dales have always been on the opposite understanding of us. They made our company go bankrupt. You don't have to worry anymore because their trial is in a couple of days."

I couldn't believe it. Were they just trying to say this to get me to believe them? I have a question. You know, when Nick kissed me I realized something -why does it seem like he cares for me more than my parents do? I am dead set on figuring this out, but just how? I cannot do something about it anymore, but...or can I?