Dark Alley

Chapter 34

     I kept thinking about it. I've had another day after yesterday, after the day she told me that she knew something about me. That we are related by our father.

     It makes me sick. I couldn't feel like carrying myself out of the bed, I didn't feel like going to school and seeing my english teacher, Mrs. Dekker, a.k.a someone related to my father.

'Think about it' I do realize that I really am thinking about it. About how I am going to deal with this, about how I am going to tell Calvin about this.

     But no, I can't tell Calvin about this, he wouldn't understand. He might end up making my father remember about that sick son-for-money trade. Also, this is something I know that he doesn't. And it makes feel better and laugh.

     Finally I can meet my parents.

     Calvin took me and Tracy to school with his car. As fast as I got inside I tried to disappear from Tracy to find Mrs. Dekker.

     Mrs. Dekker was in the English room, again doing nothing while papers stacked and some fell on the ground. I opened the door and a squeak from it caught her attention.

     Mrs. Dekker raised her lips and gave me a smile; she stands up from her chair as if she was expecting someone, specifically me.

     "Have you thought of it yet?" She asks, still smiling. Which reminds me, that no, I haven't decided yet.

    "I don't know," I tell her, "why do I even believe you?"

     Her long smile suddenly disappeared and she began stammering words from her mouth. "I - um, how do I put this in a non-awkward way?"

This is awkward, I thought of telling her what's on my mind but I didn't because it's awkward to tell a teacher that she's being awkward.

     "My dad," she says, “our dad has been thinking about you since you left."

That's.

Not.

True.

     "I don't believe you," I say.

     "Believe me or not, dad has been grieving all my life," she says, "he's been grieving about you and mother's death."

     "She's dead?" I exclaimed. I can't call her my mother, not anymore. My heart aches as I try to let the pain out of it. I reached to the point where I ask myself -

What really happened when I left here?

     I thought about Calvin.

     "I know what you're doing," I tell her, "you are tricking me, Calvin knows you. You're telling me to trust you and believe what you say!"

     "No," she insisted, "don't ever make me hear that man's name."

     "Why?"

     "You will know," she says. She looks at me a little bit longer; I try to stay away from her eyes. "Foster you have to come with me."

     "To where?"

     "To the truth."