Forced Love

Chapter 74

Christmas has passed and it's silent. We buried Grandfather right after New Year's because it'd be too sad to bury him on Christmas. Lucky for us, Moose, Mace and Luke were able to come here quickly to support us. Once my grandmother was done sobbing I had them take her to the house. Moose stayed with me as I sad in front of the grave. I wasn't wearing a black dress, instead I was wearing a black suit.

"Miss Katie?"

"I thought you went ahead with Grandmother. I would have called if I needed you to pick me up." I said still looking at the grave.

"Luke and Mace have already taken care of that. I brought my own car because I figured you'd want to stay longer."

"And how'd you figure that out?"

"Because I know you." I laughed bitterly at that. He knew me? I don't even know myself so he thinks he knows me?

"Did you know that my parents died right in front of me?" I asked. It wsa more or less a rhetorical question. "Yeah, it was my birthday and I wanted to go out. We were already in Oregon because Dad also had buisness. We stayed with Grandfather and Grandmother and we told them we would meet them later to celebrate my birthday. Before that, I asked my parents to take me to the sea with my brother. It was also my brother's birthday but he didn't care where we went as long as he could celebrate it with me. I can't believe I killed my own twin." Maybe this is why I had so many connections with twins, I was one of them.

"Katie, you didn't kill them."

"I might as well have! If I hadn't wanted to go to the sea and just stayed at home, my parents wouldn't have shielded me, my brother wouldn't have shielded me on his birthday!" I said angrily. I was angry at myself, that so many people died that day because of me. Even though my parents were targeted and the brakes were cut anyway, if I had just been willing to stay home none of this would have happened. My twin brother would still be here and my parents, maybe even Grandfather. I was sobbing hard, I've been thinking about the memories that keep coming back and overwhelming me.

"Katie," Moose said in a soft voice. I cut him off.

"Do you know the last words my brother said to me before he died? Before protecting me?" I asked turning to him, "Happy Birthday Katie." I said tears coming down. He was happy because we got to spend our birthday together. All three of them were happy, and before that, Grandmother and Grandfather were happy.

"Katie, nobody predicted that the brakes were cut." He said wrapping his arm around me. "but none the less, all three of them would have protected you regardless. You had parents that loved you, they would have protected you." he pushed my head to his shoulder.

"Where are their graves?"

"In London, that is where all of you were born after all." He said. After a while, we paid our last repects to Grandfather and headed home. I come back not expecting what I saw. Damon in an apron holding a skillet.

"Just one surprise after another." I said.

"Shut up, I'm only doing this once." he said shyly turning his back away. I smiled a bit and looked around. Food was nicely prepared and I have a feeling it was all done by Damon. I kindly go to my room and go change. I'm changing slowly and I realize I'm seventeen now. Adam took me out but I was still depressed. I haven't told him what I've found out, I just can't. Of course I've told Alise, she's been a great friend, almost like a girl best friend. I haven't told John even though I've promised and if I tell John I have to tell Andrew. Usually Charlie, Klaude, Nick and Alex just hear it from either of them.

"What am I going to tell them?" I asked myself. Poor Elliot and Kevin weren't able to make it over here in time. They called me nearly every night due to time zone differences. I haven't been getting much sleep lately, and it's very tiring. But it helps that Elliot and Kevin call. Everytime I close my eyes, my brother's smile comes to me, I remember him smiling at me and telling me something before he died. You can't even imagine how strong that seven year old boy was. Memories keep coming back to me everyday now. Sometmes it becomes a nightmare. More memories are coming back in. I remember that dream I told Alise, the car crash, the little boy at the lake. That boyy knew who I was from the first time we met back in London and here. I call the boy to meet me at the cafe and he agrees to it. I slowly get up as memories surge through me. It's painful sometimes, I put my hand to my head to soothe the pain and try to recollect the memories. I go downstairs quietly, get my keys and put on my coat. All that's left are the boots but before that someone startles me.