The Secret.

Chapter 1: Part 2

I stared at this strange man in my room. This wasn't supposed to be possible, one person from each family was chosen - one and one only. Least, that's the way I was told and explained to. I swallowed hard, running a hand through my hair. I watched this guy make his way to my bed, and sit down, he sunk down some.

"Holy crap." He stated, bouncing himself up and down. "This thing is like a cloud." 

"Get off my bed."

His blue eyes flashed with such a dare the air actually caught in my throat. "Make me." 

I regained my composer, and crossed my arms. This guy was crazy, scratch that, I think maybe he was on crack. 

"You have the wrong girl." I stated.

"Nope." He said, matter-of-factly. "You're my girl."

I sighed; "My brother was a sacrifice. One kid per set of parents, that's how the rules were explained to me by your sister, Unloved."

"The man downstairs, he's your step father, correct?"

I nodded. 

"Your real father?"

"Is the same as my brother." I snapped.

The boy laughed softly, and I knew he was laughing at me. Standing up he walked over to my closet, standing on my hope chest, he crawled to the very back of my extremely high shelf. There he retrieved a black, old leather bound book, covered with dust and walked back out to me. He held it out to me. I felt my mouth gape open, I didn't even know that book was back here.

"How did you-"

"Before you think I'm some creepy who broke in and went through your panty drawer, your brother showed me that book. Back when you were very young." 

I rolled my eyes, sighing again. I opened my hand and took the book from him. When I opened it up, I watched the dust roll off the sides and fall to the floor. Inside was extremely old writing, writing back when it was all fancy and pretty. Family names throughout the years were all down from top to bottom. 

"This is your family tree." The boy stated, walking over.

He placed his hand over mine, at first it was extremely cold, then it warmth seemed to form between us. I yanked my hand away, and he cleared his throat, grabbing a thickness of the book and flopping it to the left. He took his perfectly cleaned nail and pointed to my mother's name. 

Lynn ---- Gerald. Underneath Gerald was deceased. But my brother's name, Andrew. But this guy named Gerald was not my brother's and my father... But how? My mother was married before? I looked over the black haired figure. 

He nodded slowly, taking a seat next to the book. The next line was Lynn ---- Carl, Who was, and up to this moment believed, to be my brother's father. So, Andrew was only my half brother? But why? and how? I raked a hand through my hair. So that would explain the fact of why I could be a sacrifice... I looked again at this weird boy on my bed. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. 

This was a little to much to take in. Me? A sacrifice? My Brother? Not my Brother? A deep sigh ran over me, and his blue eyes found me. He attempted to calm with a half smile, but it wasn't real. I hugged myself tightly. This was all just way to much. My brother, my best friend, and role model, was killed because of this. Now he wanted me to be one? I sighed again, studying the inside of my eyelids. 

The night of my brother's death replayed in my head. I was back in my room, mindlessly flipping through a magazine about pointless girly crap I wouldn't ever be into. I tossed the magazine across the room, and laid back closing my eyes. My head was throbbing, another bad headache. Suddenly a loud thunk was heard from down the hall, and I froze. My mother and step father were supposed to be out all night. I leaned over and grabbed my combat boot, thinking maybe I could hit them over the head with it if someone came at me. I slid from my bed, opened my door and made my way down to Andrew's room.