Flames of Ice

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Loucelle’s POV

No! But there was something wrong with your father... oh Harlan! What have you done?! Why did he have to do this to my children? Why?! It wasn’t fair to them.

When I heard this statement, clear as Batman’s symbol on his chest, in my head...or at least it must’ve been considering Dom didn’t even flinch when it was said....or thought? The whole process was confusing to even think about. My eyes began to widen.

Oh crap...

Again the thought pierced through my mind, shattering all thoughts that were before. I didn’t know what to think, heck I COULDN’T even form a thought. Something about Harlan...our father? Mom hadn’t mentioned him since both Dom and I were around 5, and everything she said about him didn’t have anything to do with a despicable man. Just a story about how he was kind and gentle, had even set up a picnic for her on her birthday and about how they danced under the blossoming cherry trees. And when she said my children, almost as if Harlan never had a claim over us? What does this mean? I knew Mom cared about us but I didn’t know she was so...possessive.

Mom shot me another worried glance before stating, “I don’t really know what to say,” she buried her hands in her face, “It’s not something that I expected to happen, perhaps you two are mistaken...it could just be a lucky coincidence with you, Dom. Plus I’m sure you weren’t really hearing peoples’ thoughts Loucie...” She looked at me pleadingly, as if I could deny everything she said.

“Mom...I just heard you mention something about Daddy...what was that all about?” When I said this her head went deeper into her hands and she sighed in despair. She mustered up a bit of strength and said “I lied. Your dad didn’t die, I left him.”

I looked up at her in dismay. Her facial expression was that of exhaustion. I knew that she wanted to say more, but she probably wouldn’t. It’d probably been a long day for her in some sort of case of law, and now that she’d heard this...she was hiding something. It seemed though that maybe it would be better to ask her tomorrow in the morning when she was refreshed. Until then, Dom and I could do some investigating of our own. I sighed heavily then without saying anything I got up and left. I could feel the eye’s of Dom and Mom  on me, but I didn’t care.

I went slowly toward my bedroom. I felt like I was in a bad dream that would never end. It was almost as if mom had betrayed me.

She has been lying to us our whole lives, and she probably didn’t even feel bad about it.

I knew that sounded awful, but I can’t help it. I felt so betrayed. I collapsed down on my bed, messing up the covers slightly as I fell. I stood up feeling my back crack from moving so much. I started arranging the covers back to the way they were before.

Ugg, I blame mom! Why did she have to give me the worst genetic disorder ever. OCD.

I sat slowly back on my bed trying not to make a mess of the covers again so as to be at ease and contemplated my situation. First I needed some advice. Talking to Rachel and Lily might be an option, but they could also completely laugh in my face or think I was insane...which I couldn’t take at this point in time. Heck, I hardly believed what was happening to me and Dom, so how could I convince them what was happening wasn’t just a fantasy? Until I’d gathered more evidence I didn’t think I could present them with what was occurring with myself and Dom...or at least until I’d gotten in touch with Dad.