Chapter 11

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Who Am I - Chapter 11

My parents.

Together.

Smiling.

At first I thought I was dreaming, a nightmare I needed to wake up from. I tried pinching myself, but I was still starring at the smiling faces of my parents.

Together, not fighting.

They were in the middle of the line up to get inside. Cautiously I walked towards them, giving them an uncertain face.

“Hi sweetie!” Mom greeted me, something’s wrong. These aren’t my parents, some alien must have brain washed them or aliens gave me some new parents.

“Hello.” I said slowly, “Why are you here?” the only division between us was that velvet rope.

“To see your sister, of course!” Mom answered me, but it didn’t sound like she meant it. It sounded like a reflex, how parents will say because they have to, an example:

When you go to a party and they say to call them every hour, then you ask “Don’t you trust me?” an instant reply from them is “Of course we trust you it’s just that…” And they never get to finish their sentence. It was a reflex, they need to say.

“Why?” I asked again.

“She invited us down here.” Dad replied, I didn’t look at him, I couldn’t face him.

Therapy.

That was the answer, they must have just gotten out of their family session, and feeling so ‘bonded’ they decided to come here. Here.

“Why?” I asked, for the third time. There has to be some sort of reason, she got busted for drugs, or sleeping with someone way younger then her, committing a crime. Something.

“Well if we knew we wouldn’t be here now would we?” Mom’s lips went into a straight line, no more happy smiles. Dad saw her expression and cut out his smile too. Then we became our family, whatever that is.

“I’m going to go inside. To find Erica. Then I will bring her home.” I told them, but only looked at my mom. Then I turned away, started to walk.

“Why are you bringing her home? She invited us here!” Mom called out to me but I didn’t respond, I didn’t turn around, I just keep walking. I went back to my original plan, the door.

“Can I help you?” His voice was deep, his sunglasses gave a deflexion, I could see my nervous self starring at a man twice my size. He was built with muscle, black pants and t-shirt. His hair was short, really short.

“I need to get inside.” I said quietly.

He chuckled then looked at the line in front of us. “Get in line.” He nodded in the direction.

“You don’t understand,” I explained. He looked back down at me. He must be over six feet tall. “I got a call from my sister, Erica. She’s a model here? Anyways I need to get her, she is wasted-” He stopped me before I continued my psychotic rant.

“Fine. Five minutes.” he murmured.

I nodded, he stepped out of the way, he unlocked the door and I went inside.

It wasn’t glamour’s. It was plain, boring.

There was no great big party, there were just a bunch of models around hanging on to their boyfriends, walking around the foyer, there was an open bar, some music but no one was dancing. They just stood around and chattered. Girls were dressed in the finest clothes, dresses from different colors and styles. Men in tuxedos. I pulled out my cell phone and dialled Erica’s number.

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