Masters of Disguise

Prologue

Prologue

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Well here it goes...

I sit on the couch, waiting for the family meeting to start. I continue to glance at my parents who are vertical of me and then looking back down to the floor. I feel the couch a dip and I turn and look at my twin brother, Liam, who has a worried expression on his face. I ,however, know what this family meeting is about.

It's the beginning of summer break and to be honest, I'm glad school is over. I know what you're thinking. "Oh she's just happy because she doesn't have to worry about schoolwork or irritating annoying teachers". But no, that's not my reason. I actually didn't mind the schoolwork or the irritating annoying teachers.

What I did mind was the constant glares from girls, the winks the guys would give me, the faces of students making an "o" shaped mouth. And then, to make it worse, they would make sucking noises. The times when I would leave class and a guy would ask me if I would do it with them or if I would give them a blow job or the text messages I would get from unknown numbers asking me the same question.

Like, seriously, I don't even know you and you want me to do that? GROSS!

The nights of me crying myself to sleep. Everyone in the county knew who I was. I would get glares from old ladies in a wheel chair, for crying out loud. The rumor was everywhere, but it wasn't just me who got this. My family would get glares too. People would ask my parents 'Aren't you ashamed of her?' ' What are you going to do with her?' 'She's nothing but a slut!'

It hurts to think my parents had to deal with this. No parents should ever have to deal with this much drama with their daughter.

Everyone that I trusted betrayed me, lied to me, and bullied me. They were not who I thought they were. They had a mask on. They were in disguise.

If this family meeting is what I think it is, then I'm ready for this. I'm ready for this fresh new change.

I'm ready.

My mother clears her throat, breaking the silence. "So everyone is probably wondering what this family meeting is about," she says, glancing back and forth between Liam and I.

I'm not scared; my heart is beating at a normal pace. I'm ready.

Liam, on the other hand, looks like he's about to jump out of his seat. He's rubbing his hands together, making his hands hot. He wipes the sweat on his pants as he starts fidgeting in his seat.

Oh yeah, he's definitely nervous.

"Your mother and I have put some thought into this and we both feel that we all," my dad says, he looking my way, "need a change."

I nod, agreeing with him, and press my lips into a thin line. I'm holding the tears in. I can't be weak. I was weak during school. I'm strong.

I am strong.

"We have decided to move to Orlando, Florida"

"What!" Liam shouts, shock clearly written on his face. He turns his head to me "You did this! This is your fault!" he accuses.

I shake my head. "No, no it wasn't." Tears are flowing down my cheeks. I can't hold it in. I put my family through this. This is all my fault.

"Liam!" my fathers voice booms through the house, "Sit down," he orders, pointing his index finger towards the floor. Liam slowly takes his seat back next to me, keeping eye contact with my father.

"Liam, this is no ones fault," my mothers soft voice says. I shake my head, knowing it's all my fault. I wanted to move, I wanted this. But Liam doesn't. He wants to stay and live his life in Tennessee. This is our hometown, this is where we both were born. This house is where I grew up. I was born in this house. This is where my parents met. This is where my family is; my aunts, my uncles, and my cousins.

And we're leaving all of this because of me. It's my fault.

"I was offered a new job at a company in Orlando and I accepted," my father states.

The room falls silent. No one knows what to say.

I know this is my fault. My parents aren't verbally saying it, but I know that's what they're thinking in their minds. That's why they keep glancing my way, staring at me two seconds longer before allowing their eyes to scan elsewhere.

There is nothing worse than letting your family down.

"Listen, we can get through this as a family, just like always," mom says, encouraging the family.

Maybe she's right. Maybe a fresh, new start will help this family, bring this family closer together. My mother's right, we can get through this as a family.

Together

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"It's either all or nothing!" my father yells through the empty house.

My family scatters around the house picking up the last few items on the floor and throwing them into the truck or van. I can hear the vacuum in the back living room. My whole family came to help out on the last little things that we needed to do before we said goodbye.

I walk around my empty house one last time. Going through my memories in each room. I stop outside of my bedroom and take a deep breath. I walk into my room and stand in the corner of my now empty room.

This is where my bed used to be. This is where I slept all my life. I walk a few paces. This is where my dresser was. I take two steps forward. This is where I got cut on the door and my arm started to bleed. I kneel down and rub my fingers over the stain. I smile, even though the cut was painful. I smile because I remember the love I felt when my parents helped me clean my cut. I hear a knock on the door and I lift my head to see who it is. My mother stands at the frame of the door.

"We're ready to go," she simply says. I nod and stand up, walking towards my mother. She opens her arms and I wrap my arms around her waist. She places her head on my head, since my mother is taller than me.

She sighs, "Oh my baby girl." I squeeze my eyes shut and my lip quivers. Don't cry, not now. You're so close.

She pats my back. "Come on, the family's in the front room." She walks out and heads toward the stairs. I yawn, seeing that it's 3 o'clock in the morning. I walk out and turn around to have one last glance at my room. I give one last nod and follow my mom back out.

My family is in a huddle in the living room, smiling and holding each other's hand. Some of my family members have tears in their eyes, but are trying to hold it in.

"Come on, let's pray before we go," my father says, motioning us to hurry. I walk up to the circle and hold my aunt and uncles hand. Both giving me a tight squeeze, reassuring me that it'll be okay. I look up and give both I them a small smile, hoping that's enough.

I bow my head and my father starts the prayer.

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Everything is packed and ready to go. I walk down the drive way and turn one last time to see the whole house.

So many memories here; some good and some bad. But maybe this move will be good for me.

"Goodbye" I say lastly. I hop into the car and we drive off waving at the family we are leaving behind.

This will be good, I try to encourage myself. This is what I need.