You Are What Your Name Is

Chapter 13

Holy shoot man, it's been like, a fricken week ;o No, more actually. Ack, shame on me. But at least I did get another chapter done! I will try and write more frequently... As I've said before school and swimming just started up again for me, and I've been busy. I swim four times a week, and thats 12 hours of my time gone, whoosh. I thought I was flat for splits before, but my coach got me so flat that when I go down, the bottom of my thigh touches the floor. It feels kinda freaky..

So, I've got four fans :) And you guys are awesome, a special shout out to you! Mostly charliehorse26, because they've been commenting and I think voting too on all the chapters I upload as well as some of my other work!

Anyways (man I really need to stop using that word..), I hope you like this chapter as much as the rest, and I will try to upload sooner! (suree, thats what you say every time...) shut up inside voice >.< lolololololol. I still have many ideas to keep this going.....

One last thing! I'm trying to come up with pictures of the characters and stuff but I have difficulties. So if you have any ideas you can just like, ya'know, comment and give me the link...? It would be very appreciated, and if you would like I will mention your name and you're story (if you have one) so that people can check you out! So, what do you say?? x)

Enough babbling, enjoy!

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"Mom, dad, could we take this into the living room?" I asked in a professional manner. I didn't want to make a mess of the situation we were about to find ourselves in.

"I don't see why not." my mom said easily, but the expression she wore on her face showed that she was highly suspicious. My dad on the other hand was busy glaring questioningly at Talon, who might I add looked a tad uncomfortable.

We walked into the deep purple room (purple is a colour of royalty, my mom says), and my parents position themselves on the crisp white love seat while Talon, Sam and I space ourselves out equally on the massive matching white L-shaped sectional. Everyone sat with their backs straight, the air was tense.

"Okay, first things first. Why are those two here?" my dad said gesturing towards the two boys who sat on either side of me.

I shrugged. "Moral support."

"And why would you need that?" my mom questioned.

"Because..." I sucked in a deep breath. "MomamIadopted?" I asked in a rush, hoping to get this over with quickly, like ripping off a band aid.

My mom obviously wasn't expecting this. Shock played across her face before she recollected herself and a look of sadness took its place. I felt my eyes fill up.

"I was hoping-" she began, but I cut her off. The tears were gone and I was filled with anger.

"You were hoping what? That you could let me live a lie? That I could continue thinking the nightmares I get were just caused by a scary t.v show I saw when I was little? How could you keep this from me?" I was standing now, and near shouting.

My mom was the one crying now. "No!" She choked. "How could you even think I would think those things! I wanted to tell you, and I also didn't. You are my child, whether I gave birth to you or not. I know you have a right to know about this, but I was only listening to what your mother wrote on the note."

"Note?" I asked dumbfounded. "There was a note?" I gently lowered myself back down.

'Of course dumbnut. Did you really think she would just abandon you knowing you were a freak?' my old self said to me.

"Is. There still is a note." she said softly as she pulled out her wallet. This was all obviously new news to my dad as well, for he was watching my mom intently as she pulled a very worn looking note from a secret compartment in her wallet.