The Unknown

Chapter 10

The face I'm looking at I could never forget no matter how hard I try to, the face I'm looking at matches the face of the man me and my ex-best friends buried a year ago. "What the hell" I screamed in my head as our eyes meet.
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-Amelie's POV-

I keep looking in the eyes of the guy who is standing in my living room, holding hands with my sister, the guy who looks like the man I helped bury in the ground a year ago just a little younger. I abruptly stood from my seated position on our dark grey couch and rushed upstairs to my room while excusing myself from the room. After rushing upstairs to my room I close and lock my bedroom door grab my phone out of my back pocket in a hasty rush and go to my bathroom, that is attached to my room sit on the floor after I locked that door as well.

I'm sitting with my back resting up against my glass shower door with my knees pulled up to my chest, breathing heavily and rocking slightly back and forth, trying to calm down before I have another panic attack. I haven't had a panic attack in three months, ever since that night last year I developed them. They used to happen almost everyday, it's like wherever I was I could see the man face, his lifeless, soulless face. But they have gotten better I usually able to calm myself down before they start. As I slowly calm down I text the group chat and tell my ex-best friends what is happening at my house and what I should do. Their replies came in faster then I thought they would, Kevin telling me to go back downstairs and act as normal as possible and that we will talk about it tomorrow at the diner. Lyla asking if I was ok knowing how I'm reacting to thew situation at hand and Derek not replying which I knew he wouldn't since he is still at work.

I responded back 'ok to Kevin request and that I was fine to Lyla question. I gathered my thoughts in a way to prepare me to head back downstairs and act as normal as possible. My phone dinged again with the indication of a new message before I could check who it was I heard gentle knocks being delivered to my bedroom door. I got up from the the floor of my bathroom, took in two deep breaths and plastering on a fake smile as I walk to my bedroom door that is still being knocked on. I open the door to my brother, whose fist is raised in the air preparing to send another sequence of knocks to my door. "Yes Ax" I said as he put his hand down "mom's said come downstairs dinners done and don't forget to wash up" he said. "Ok tell them I will be down in a minute" he swiftly nodded in responses to my request and turned to walk back downstairs where the following members of my family and Deaven are."

I went back to my bathroom and washed my hands and headed back downstairs to join everyone at the dinner table. My mom's sit at the ends of the table, my sister and her boyfriend sit on the side of the table with their backs facing a wall and facing towards where the living room is located, my brother sits across from my sister's boyfriend and I sit next to him and across from my sister. "About time mills I'm starving" said Axel as a sat next to him "sorry" came my response as I made quick eye contact with Deaven.

"Hi I'm Deaven I didn't get to introduce myself before you rushed off 'upstairs earlier" said Deaven in a suspiciously nice tone. " I know" I said in matter of fact tone with my eyes slightly squinting while looking at him. Abby broke the tension I created by saying "her names Amelie, she's my little sister." "Adopted" Deaven stupidly questioned "no we are definitely blood related, I just baked longer in my mom's stomach, that why I'm dark skinned" I sarcasticly replied to his dumb question. My brother snickered while my sister kicked me in the shin under the table and looked at me with her head slightly turned to the side and her face scrunched up "Amelie" she said in the tone my mama uses when I'm ticking her off, mother like daughter I guess.

"What, that was a dumb question, of course I'm adopted" before my sister could say anything about my response our mommy cut her off by saying "how about we eat" we all collectively agreed and filled are plates with food. My plate consisted of Mac n' cheese, seasoned smash potatos, asparagus topped with shredding cheese, and some baked lemon chicken. After everyone got there food, the conversation was light at the table, with my mom's making conversation with Deaven and asking Abby and Axel how school was going and me staying quiet while eating my dinner and periodically looking over at Deaven.