Lies My Family Kept From Me

Chapter 3

Dean looked at me wide eyed for a second, then he burst out laughing; "YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD YOURSLEF!" he said laughing up to the point where no sound came out of his mouth, "Maybe, I'm not even their daugter, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Im serious Dean!" I nudged him, "you saw what they did to me tonight, PLUS, you heard what they were saying downstairs, they've lied to me! Not telling me im adopted is just something small compared to what they've done.."

"Adopted?" he asked me, containing his laughter inside but failing at the attempt, "Lauren, are you listening to yourself? That's RIDICULOUS of you to say, you are like the person that i know that looks the most like their parents."

"Oooh..." I said realizing it was true. I did really look like my mother... and my father. "But how come November 11 is written behind the picture? I wasn't born that day!"

"I dont know Lauren," Dean said picking up my Ipod "ewww! Do you listen to Ke$ha?"

"Dean this is serious, please! Im trying to prove that im not a murderer remember?"

"Look Lauren," he came closer, still with my Ipod in his hands "Its obvious that you didnt kill Eda, people will know the truth sooner or later, and if you, or me, or Ke$ha turns out to be the murderer just remember that... WE ARE WHO WE AREEE!"

"UGGGHHHHH Dean, I thought you were talking seriously!" I clenched my and into a fist and hit him on his shoulder making him almost fall from the bed. He looked at me with an expression of astonishment. "Dean... im sooo sorry, i never meant to hit you that hard, i really just-"

"God...you are STRONG Lauren!" he started rubbing his shoulder, "Are you like going to the gym or playing extra Softball? Watch out or you'll start becoming the Incredible Hulk or something.."

"Was it really that hard? Hahaha, wait till your friends know you got hit by a girl, watch your little to no popularity go down!"

"Lauren don't you ever think of doing that! Or else..."

"Or else what? You'll fight me back and LOOSE AGAIN!?"

"I wouldnt loose, you just... you know, caught me unprepared.. "

"Like this?" I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks for always being there for me Dean, even in the worst moments, you are the best friend a murderer could ever ask for."

"Hahaha...you are welcome." He blushed.

We stared at each other for what looked like an awkward minute, until he, thank god, interrupted it.

"Hey, what happened to you here?" He pointed at my forehead.

"I dont know, what do I have?" I tried finding the place he told me with my fingers, but i couldn't seem to find it.

"You have like a bruise, oveeeeerrrr..." he dragged my fingers to where the bruise was "here!"

"Now where did i get this from?" I really couldn't remember "Ooh, I think I fell from my bed this morning, you know im always tripping on stuff"

"Yeah... I've noticed.."

"Hey stop that!" I retained my impulse of hitting him again.

"Lauren its getting late, I think I must go home or mom will find I sneaked out."

"Come on Dean, please stay! It's summer, it's not like we have school tommorow, let's have a sleep over or something, I just dont want to stay alone with my parents here."

"Hmmmm......."

"I'll kiss you again" i grinned "I know you liked it, didn't you?"

"I.. well.... you know..."

"I was just joking Dean, don't go nervous on this!" I laughed. I loved doing jokes like this to Dean, he'd get nervous even if his mom would ask him for a kiss.

"Wait... I'll stay... ok.. but.... where you joking about the kiss too?" He smiled widely.

"Yes." I stared at him expressionless, just to see what his reaction would be.

"Yeah, i knew it."

"You did?" I leaned forward to kiss his cheek, "I think you know too little." He blushed again.

"Lauren?" I heard dad coming up the stairs, "Are you awake Lauren?"

I looked at Dean and motioned him to go under my bed. "Fast, go underneath!"

"But my picture!", he tried taking  the picture I gifted him a while ago, but it fell from the bed.

"You'll get it back when dad goes out of my room, it's not like he'll stay here forever!" I whispered to Dean, pushing his hand under the bed.

"You never know..." he joked.

"Are you awake Lauren?" dad said through the door knocking several times.

"Yes im here," I headed to the door and unlocked the door knob.

Dad came inside; I didnt want to look at him on the eyes, but I did, just so he could see the daughter once loved that he, for no apparent reason, incrimed.

"I think it's time that you and me have a talk." Dad's voice sounded calm, passive.

"No," I said firmly, "I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO YOU; I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO SEE YOU, HEAR YOU, FEEL YOU NEAR ME! GO AWAY!"

"Look Lauren, about what you probably saw on the news it's-"

"I ALREADY SAID I DON'T WANT TO KNOW! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME?!? YOU AND MOM! JUST GO AWAY ALBERT!"

"I need respect Lauren, and its dad for you, not Albert," his tone became firmer, louder.

"Whatever.. "DAD", I. Do not. Feel. Like. Talking. To. You. And I probably. Never. Will. Feel. Like. It. GET IT NOW?!"

But dad wasn't paying attention to me, his gaze was fixed at a peculiar thing that lay on my floor. The picture. He bend down and picked up the photo.

"May I ask where you got this picture from?" dad asked me.

"I don't know mister, maaaaay yoooouuu?"

"LAUREN DECKER, I ASKED, WHERE DID YOU GET THIS PICTURE FROM?!"

"I DONT KNOW ALBERT DECKER, I HAD NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE,  I JUST FOUND IT TODAY ON ONE OF MY SCRAPBOOKS!"

He lay frozen looking at the picture, not saying anything, not moving a single muscle for some minutes. It was already making me nervous.

"Why are you so crazy about that picture?" I asked him  "Who is that in it anyways?"

"Thats none of your bussiness" he said. He went outside and closed the door.