"I- I'm Pandora Zimmer," I smiled.
"Hi, Pandora, I'm Kayla. Michael's mum," a woman who was surely less than forty years old smiled at me and offered a hug. I accepted her offer and asked her about her age.
"I'm thirty-six. I was eighteen when I had Michael," she gestured towards Michael.
"And Michael is your half brother through your dad?" I asked Michael.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Tate didn't know about Michael. I never told him, and I still think he doesn't know. But he knows Michael," Kayla explained. What was going on? Tate?
"Do you have two sons named Tate?" I asked Constance.
"No! Why would I do that?" Oh my god...
"Tate has two sons named Michael," I shrugged.
"I named Michael, this Michael," she laid her hand on little Michael's head, "I didn't know about your Michael until after I had named this Michael."
"Oh. I didn't know that. And, Kayla, you said that Tate doesn't know about Michael, but he knows him?" I asked.
"Yeah," she answered. I still had no idea what was going on here.
Michael had a lot of explaining to do. I was really confused and didn't know what to think.
"Well, it was nice to meet you guys," I smiled. I wanted to go back to my house so Michael could explain to me what was going on.
"It was nice to meet you too. And you live next door, correct?" Constance asked. I heard her mutter, "Good luck.."
"Yeah, it's my parents, my brother and me. My brother's friend might be over a lot too."
She said, "And what are their names?"
"My mom's name is Jennifer, my dad's name is Joseph. My brother's name is Paul, and his friend's name is Danny," I told her.
"Well I'll have to come meet your family sometime!" She smiled. I nodded.
"Well, I need to finish unpacking. I'll talk to you all sometime soon," I smiled, "bye.."
I paused for a minute, beginning to walk out. Michael stayed, but I told him, "Michael, you can come.."
I gave him "the look", telling him I wanted him to come. He walked out of the house and walked with me back to mine. I couldn't help but think about what I had just talked about. There were so many things that I didn't understand. Michael must have a big background that he's hiding. I need to know, though. It will bother me if I don't. Kayla said that Tate knew Michael, talking like he was still alive, but, if we're talking about the same Tate, Michael said that Tate was dating Violet but that he had died.
"You have a lot of explaining to do.." I whispered to him as we walked into the house. I took him up into my room, and we sat on my bed while I made him explain to me, everything.
"So.. Let's start with your family. Tate.." I began. I wanted to know about Tate the most, because he's the one I had the most questions about. Especially one; was he alive or dead? It was one of the most simple questions I could ask, but I'm expecting a very complicated answer, only because of what I just heard.
"He's my dad.. And the other Michael's dad as well," he explained. How weird was it that a guy had two sons named Michael? I found that pretty weird. You'd never know which they would be talking about. Constance had to always say "little Michael" or "your Michael". That would be hard to specify all of the time.
"So your dad was the one that raped Vivien?" I asked, shocked. He hadn't brought that part up. But he did say that a guy raped Vivien and got her pregnant, but then told me the baby was his half-brother. His dad being the rapist was the only solution, at least I hoped. That would be a lot less confusing than something else, something that is terribly hard to explain.
"Yeah." Thank god he said yes. I didn't want to have to try to understand it if he wasn't the one who raped Vivien.
"But what about Violet? I thought you said Violet had been dating Tate. That wouldn't be right because she was a teenager, and he would be around the age of your mom, in his thirties."
"Not exactly.."
"What do you mean not exactly?"
"I don't like talking about it."
"But I want to know. I'm confused."
"Do you want to meet my dad?" He asked.
"I thought you said Tate had died.." I was even more confused now.
"Do you want to meet my dad?" He repeated, ignoring my last comment, yet talking slowly.
"S-sure," I answered.
"Tate..." He quietly said. What was he doing?
"Tate..." He said a little louder.
"Hey Michael," I heard.
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Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction
ФанфикPandora Zimmer, originally from Boston, is moving to Los Angeles with her parents and brother. She meets many new people there, but there's also something she learns about the powerful house she's moved into. It's known as the "murder house" for man...