The Truth About Us [ON HOLD]

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

Today was off to a quiet start; there wasn't much going on, so I felt like this free time was good for studying. Two big tests were right around the corner and I wasn't the least bit prepared. I needed good grades if I wanted to keep my admission to Social Work. But of course, the nice afternoon silence had to be interrupted when my bedroom door burst open and Cameron waltzed in, throwing himself down on my small single bed. He curled up next to me in a small ball, invading all of the space around me. There were perks to having a twin brother, like feeling connected to someone, always having someone to talk to and have weird inside jokes with, but the lack of privacy wasn't one of them.

"I thought I told you to knock." I groaned, face planting into my biology textbook. Usually I'd get a smart comment back, but instead, I got nothing. He hung his head letting his brown hair cover his eyes, that were dancing with confusion. "What's up?" I asked, trying to read his expression.

He didn't say anything, he just sat there brushing his thumbs back and forth nervously. I put my textbook aside and moved to his side. Something wasn't right. I poked him, not once, not twice but three times and still, nothing. So I waited until he was ready. I watched him in the mirror, his chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. Sitting beside me he looked like a monster. His body could encompass mine numerous times.

"I got a weird message. I don't know what to think about it." Cameron held his phone to his chest.

"Let me see..." I muttered and hesitantly he handed his phone to me.

Facebook was open to a message from a man named Devon Shaw.

Hi Cameron, I am messaging you because I am your biological uncle. I'm not sure what you know and what you don't, but my brother is you and your sister's birth father. I have two kids, ages 10 and 8, I've told them about you and I thought it was about time they meet their cousins. I would also love to get to know you and your sister. I won't pressure you, I just thought I'd reach out. When or if you would like to talk, text, or meet, let me know. My cell number is 902-441-8273 or you can message me here on Facebook.

Take care, Devon.

I furrowed my eyebrows. It couldn't be real. I refused to believe what this stranger had to say.

"It's probably just a scam, you know how desperate people are these days." I handed him his phone back, shaking my head.

"Yeah, that's what I thought at first too, but the details Sammy. How would he know I have a sister? You got rid of your social media accounts years ago. I just keep thinking, what if it's real?" He turned to face me. I still shook my head. Pranks and sick people were the reason I decided many years ago to delete my account. There was no doubt in my mind now that I made the right decision.

"Yeah, but why would Mom and Dad keep something like that from us? They wouldn't, right?" My head was spinning thinking about the possibilities. I didn't want to think our loving parents would lie to us.

"I don't know..." He rolled his eyes. "I've always told you, I felt like I didn't belong in this family. I'm not musical like Dad or smart like Mom. The only person I connect with is you." I squeezed his arm as he vented. It was true. He was always feeling out of the loop when it came to the family, never felt like he could relate but to say that we were adopted because of this was far fetched.

"So you think it's true? Come on Cammy..." I groaned. I felt like he was jumping to conclusions. One weird message and he was questioning our entire lives.