'Hey Jay?' 'Mm' 'Do you know that house where someone just started living?' He stops chewing, thinking about my question. 'Erm yeah, some guy right?' He says while swallowing his food. 'Why?' I open my mouth, not sure what to say to that. I mean I can't really explain it. 'Nothing.' He watches me curiously but doesn't seem to notice anything about me. nope that did not work. But i still don't trust that guy. There's something going on here, but maybe Jay isn't the person to talk to. He doesn't really talk about dad that much. Jay's focus is back on the TV and his plate. I decide to leave him like that and go upstairs. Not really sure what to do I open my mum's bedroom. If she sees me here she'll kill me. I've never really seen this room. Much to my surprise it's actually quite empty. Not that she sleep shere a lot anyway. My legs walk me over to her wardrobe. It's locked but the key is in the keyhole. I turn it and open the closet. There's not much to see besides clothes and a few pairs of shoes. I bend down to take a look at the bottom of the closet. There are a few boxes, probably form shoes, but one catches my attention. It's too small to be from shoes, if you ask me. I take it out carefully and put it down on my mother's bed. The same bed that she shared with my dad. One of the few things she actually kept after he died.
As I thought before the box is not for shoes. It's filled with what seems like letters and photo's. I take out a few of them and examine them. This one is a birthday card for Jay. But I can't really remember it so it must be old. There are a few others, all from long ago as I get to the bottom of the box. There are a few envelops on the bottom, with our adress on them. I randomly pick one and open it after listening carefully if I'm still alone upstairs. The only thing I can hear is the rain falling against the window. I focus my attention back to the envelop and take out soemthing that look slike a letter. It's handwritten and looks old as well. I quickly read a few of the lines wondering what it's about. My eyes fall on one line in particular.
I'm done with you lying about everything..
It seems to be directed to my mother. She does lie a lot, I think to myself. Reading on I find something that makes me even more curious.
if you don't tell him, I will..
Tell what? Is this about dad? The letter confuses me. Maybe the others are aboutt he same thing? I quickly open another one. Out of the envelop falls a picture on the bed. At pick it up and look at it carefully. It's a group of people, in their 20s, at a party or something. They all look drunk or at least tipsy. The way they're dressed confirms my thoughts again. This was taken like 18 years ago, maybe twenty. The center of attention is on a happy looking couple both with a drink in their hand. My breath stops as I notice a few things about the woman. Brown long hair and grey eyes. This woman has to be a younger version of my mother.. but the guy.. he's not dad, I'm sure of that. He does seem familiar though...
I flip through my memories trying to find the right person. Then I suddenly know. It's the man who bought the house, the man that has my dad's car. It's him.
He knew my mother?
After reading the letter I'm even more confused than I already was. Trying to clear my mind I come to the following conclusion. My mum and that guy, named David, had a relationship while my mum was with my dad. She cheated on him. How could she do something like that?
My brain tries to tell me it's enough now but I can't help but opening the last letter. That's why they wrote letters, so my dad wouldn't see it. I swear if I see that dick again I will punch him in the face.
The last letter also includes a letter form David. This one is shorter than others.
When are you going to tell him you're pregnant? He'll find out it's not his sooner or later.
She was pregnant? Why did I never know this? She was pregnant by an other guy and she didn't tell dad? Or did she? I sit down on the bed sighing deeply. I close my eyes trying to take in what I just found out. My eyes become wet thinking about what she did to my dad. He didn't deserve this. I open my eyes again and look at the letter. On top of the letter is a date. It's dated March 1996. My eyes widen when I look at the date again. March 1996....9 months before I was born.
Sorry for the late & short update but I felt like this was the right moment to stop
OMG WHAT IS GOING OOOONNN
Xoxo KimSascha
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Unreachable- Louis Tomlinson
FanfictionDina seems to be an ordinary girl. But there are secret she's hiding. And the more she hides, the more rumours spread. Louis is the only one who could get to her, but he's unreachable.
