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Chapter 9: 20%

Ivory

    A good looking man who so much like Declan, walks in the kitchen. He walks past me, walks straight to Mrs. Alexander and picks her up and gives her a big kiss. My heart warms by the sight. The last time my parents kissed each other was day of the accident. But these people right in front of me are madly in love. The man had bright red hair, freckles all over his face, fair skin, in the famous Alexander earth colored eyes. I'm guessing this is Declan's dad. I would have never thought is dad would look like this. He's just as tall as Declan. He's just as fit as him as well. I keep forgetting he is about ten years younger than my dad.

He finally puts his just as pretty wife down. He still hasn't looked or even seen me, yet. He has his back to me like his wife did when I first got here. At the stove looking at what's there.

"What's for dinner, love?" He asked with a faint Irish accent. Then, I remember Declan telling me about his family. "Well, son! Glad to see your home I thought you be off with that girl that you made up."

"Connor, look behind you," Mrs. Alexander says with a kind smile. I like her. She didn't look at my skin like the people at the store do. She has kindness in her eyes not judgment.

"Huh? Did he make a cardboard of her?" He says and turns. He has a spoon in his hand. He looks at me for the first time. His jaw drops and so does the spoon. Declan, his mom, and I start laughing. "You're real? Wait, really."

"Very much so, sir," I say.

"Her voice is even pretty! Declan! You're an idiot!" His father says

"So I've been told," Declan rolls his eyes but is smiling.

"I have never been told your name, miss. You have always been Ivs. But I have a feeling that isn't your real name," he says putting an arm around Mrs. Alexander. She sinks in, putting her head on his chest.

"I'm Ivory Morgan. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Alexander."

The smile on his face starts to fade. The atmosphere in room starts to get heavy.

"Your Morgan's kid?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"I'm so sorry for your loss," Mrs. Alexander say to me with a sad face.

I don't know what to say. How can they know about my brothers? It so long ago. I was 9 when it happened. I still can't look at the scars. I don't go swimming because of the scars. My head starts to hurt. It happens every time I think about it. I start to breathing faster. I don't want to think of them, right now. Not ever. I don't want to think of how I couldn't save them.

I feel warm arms come over me. I know it's Declan. He asked me if I can walk. I don't know how to answer. I just keep seeing red and glass. I keep tasting metal in my mouth. I keep feeling cold and wet with snow. I think Declan picks me up because I feel like I'm flying. He says something. I don't know where we are going. I hear steps. I dig my nails in what I thought was my legs, I don't feel pain so I dig in deep. Hoping to draw bleed.

"Ow! That hurts you know," I hear someone say.

I can feel my head start to come back together. I'm a white room. There's band posters on the walls. I'm sitting on a dark blue covers. Declan's standing in front of me. He bends down so his face is the same height as me from where I was on the bed.

"You're okay," He was telling me not asking. "Just breathe. You were having a panic attack."
I nod my head. I used to have them all the time. I stopped having them when I stopped thinking of them as dead. I would think of them as stars not dead. But when he said lost I remember they were gone. It all came back all to fast.