Six Degrees of Separation (Harry/Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 4

A Twin?

There’s another person out there that’s like me. Someone who has been adopted by someone else and has been lied to all these years. I wonder if my twin knows. I mean I’m not mad at my parents for not telling me but I am wondering why they didn’t adopt my twin. Is my twin a boy or a girl? Are we identical or fraternal? I mean I have so many questions to ask but I’m still in shock that I have a twin. I mean how many people can say that they have a twin? How many people can say that?

My mom stared at me as I just blankly stared away from her. I mean I know I should say something but my mind is reeling. It feels so complex and clouded right now. It feels as if I’m on one of those rides at the amusement park that spins and spins. Like the scrambler! It so fast and I’m spinning out of control. I’m so dizzy that I feel like I’m going to get sick.

“Marcel, please say something,” my dad broke the silence.

“What do you want me to say?” I asked looking at him

“Are you mad with us?” my mom asked and I could hear it in her voice that she was holding back the tears

“I’m not mad,” I answered.

“Then what’s wrong?” she asked

“I’m disappointed,” I spoke and looked at her.

“Why are you disappointed?” my dad asked

“Cause you didn’t tell me something so important that it could’ve changed my life forever!” I felt my voice rising.

“Marcel, please,” my dad spoke.

“Please what!? You guys lied to me for eighteen years!” I shouted

Why was I shouting at them when I wasn’t even mad? Wait there is a little piece of me that is disappointed in them. I get the fact that they wouldn’t have told me if I was smaller like six or seven but I would’ve understood once I was older. Why did they choose now to tell me? They could’ve kept it a big secret. They could’ve kept it to themselves. They could’ve played along with their fantasy. Just thinking about this more and more is making me angrier.

“Marcel, we are sorry,” my dad answered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked

“What?” my mom asked

I looked at her, “Why didn’t you tell me all this when I was younger?”

“Because,” my mom froze and the tears started to fall.

“Mom, I’m sorry I overreacted,” I grabbed her hand.

“You have…every right…too,” she said in between sobs.

“Marcel, we are sorry we didn’t tell you. We didn’t want you to ask all these questions about your mother or your brother when in fact we know nothing about them,” my dad spoke.

Brother? My twin is a boy? Are we identical or are we fraternal? Do we look like our mom or our dad, whoever they may be? Does he know that we are adopted? Does he know that he is adopted? Does he know the truth? Did he find our real mom? Does he want to know me? I wonder what he is doing right now.

-HARRY’S POV-

“Best birthday ever!” I slurred

The blonde tramp sitting on my lap has been sucking at my ear for the last twenty minutes yet. She must be hungry. Hey, I don’t mind she is slutty and I like that. I stared at my band mates around me. They were haven’t a good time I could see it on their faces. I was nice enough to invite them. I just can’t believe they aren’t having any fun. Look at these slutty girls around us. They will give us anything we want and here they are being sad saps. What assholes!