Home
/hōm/
Noun
1. the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
That was my definition of home. I never thought that there was another meaning to it then having just a roof over my head and food on my table. It was that one day where my whole life changed for me and my brother Akira. My name is Celeste, Celeste Hall and my Mother's and Father's name are Mimi and Christopher or should I say my Mother's and step father's names.
It was last summer when my mom told us recently about the serious phone calls she's gotten and the reasons why she wasn't home for more then a week or two.
"W-what?" I stuttered.
"Your serious!" Akira's eyes were widen.
"Yes I'm serious" mom sighed. "Your father isn't really your father, I've been trying to keep it from the both of you when you're both ready but, unfortunately my times run out and I have to tell you all this so suddenly" she went on "your real father is nothing but a cold, s-selfish, brute man and I- that's the only reason why I left him and started a new life with just the two of you and the one that I love."
"Why did you stutter?" Akira questioned.
"Because she is lying and not telling you the truth" just then a very low pitch voice spoke up in the living room, it was a voice none of us recognized but mother tensed up yet eyes were still cold.
"Relax I don't mean no harm" he assured. "Then why are you in our house" I raised my voice. Looking at the man he had on a black suit, classy shoes and his hair was slicked back, he was the type that looked like he would carry a gun at all times but his eyes would be weapons as well that he wouldn't even use it. "You shouldn't be raising your voice at me, one has your mother ever taught you to respect your elders, and two I'm part of a high ranked police force, don't test me Mrs. Hernandez"
"H-Hernandez?" I gulped. "Yes that is your fathers last name, Fernando Hernandez. Now I have a question for the both of you, how long has your own mother been lying to you?"
Those words hit Akira and I harsh fully, how long has she been lying? How could one of us know the answer to that.
"It's quite shallow to tell lies to there own children let alone try the best they can to keep them away from their own father for the rest of their lives." He commented. "This is another question, would the both of you like to know who your true father is?"
Would the both of you like to know who your true father is? To think that the man that was in my life this whole time wasn't my real father at all. He didn't treat me badly nor did he ever hurt me but never listened to me at all which was the one thing I need the most then just him having to buy me new clothes or shoes just to think that he is their for me, not one time has he ever helped me with school or supported me with anything, he even forced us to do things we didn't like, Akira wanted to be a soccer player and learn art in middle school but he was forced to play baseball and focus more on theater instead, I wanted to play volleyball and be a hair stylist but father wanted me to be good in tennis and mathematics, even after the forceful ways I still looked up to him and knowing now that he isn't my father I wanted to find out who my real father is and I think Akira thinks the same way too.
"I want to!" Akira formed a thin line on his lips. I looked over at him, and knew how nervous he was but he was ready for anything I glanced over at my mother and noticed how she was shaking her head no. "Y-yes, I want to, too" the cold stare she gave me when I responded to his question made me tense up, yet I hope I don't regret anything that will happen in the future
