Summers POV
"So basically..." I trail off, running over things in my head just one more time to see if they make any more sense than they did moments ago.
...
Nope, still very confusing and unclear. And I have no idea whether I can trust this Ian guy.
"I lived next door to you when we were six, my parents hated your parents, your dad threatened my dad, then your mother disappeared, and my dad thought your dad might've had something to do with the murder, though he had no solid proof or evidence, just your dad's attitude and the family feud," Ian explains, and I stiffen.
Did my dad have something to do with my mothers murder?
And I do vaguely remember the family that lived next door. My mum was all for going to meet them, but my dad always told us to stay far away. So we did, out of fear of my dad. But one thing I don't remember is the family next door having a son called Ian.
It wasn't Ian, it was Henry or Harry or something.
"I remember a family next door, but they didn't have a son called Ian," I say, automatically taking a couple if steps back. Is he lying to me?
"Let me guess, they had a son called Henry," he says in an almost sarcastic tone. I nod.
"Knew it," he rolls his eyes, and I can't help but notice the flicker of sadness in them.
"So... You lied?" I ask, feeling myself become even more confused. Have you ever came across a liar who acts so nonchalant when you confront them about being a liar?
Normally they freak out, or stutter, or try to cover their lie. But Ian is just standing there, shaking his head slowly.
"I was there. And I'm not lying," he scoffs, before continuing,"Henry was my older brother. Golden boy. He was the favourite. I was the shy, small kid who wasn't really ever a part of the family. And not because I didn't want to be, but because I was made to feel unwanted. So yeah, you've got the right family," he nods.
By this point my mouth is hanging open in shock. No way did the Parkers have another son. Did they?
And suddenly I see him clearly.
Whenever my parents were arguing, Henry would be standing next to his parents trying to act like a tough eight year old, glaring at me. I'd stand next to my parents with Mira. She'd be giving him daggers with her eyes, and I'd be standing there, observing the argument, although I never thought anything of it. Arguing was a normality between our families.
But Ian? I always remember a small, pale kid in the background, standing behind their front door with his head sticking out. He always looked sad, and I pitied him.
Too bad our families hated each other, or I could've and probably would've befriended him.
"Oh," is all I manage to say.
"So, are you willing to let me help?" He asks, and I hesitate.
"Is the sky blue?" I ask, in a feeble attempt to make him laugh. I keep seeing his six year old face, filled with sadness, and all I want to do is cheer him up.
"Actually, it's pretty dark right now, but-" he is grinning now, and I smirk, cutting him off.
"Okay, but I need to tell the guys first," I explain, and he looks confused.
"Come in, I'll introduce you,"
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