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Journal Entry #859

I don't look like my father — well, except my eyes. Blue. Hide the deepest secrets and the most pain. I should know. I've been through it ever since the only person I ever loved died when I was ten, my mom.

I found out who my father was when I was digging through old family pictures and saw my dad next to me in the hospital where I was born.

Apparently he knew of my birth and wanted to keep me as his "heir", but my mother took me and ran. She didn't want me to be smothered in his reputation and legacy.

Which is what I am. I am Kai Parker's legacy.

I am the legacy of a sociopath, who murdered his sister in the middle of her wedding, literally. He was basically Houdini. Too soon?

All I knew was that "daddy was a very, very bad man." I mean, first of all, who the fuck would sleep with a man who basically murdered four of his siblings? All I can say is the woman has questionable life choices.

I know that these entries are pointless but my therapist that my adoptive mother hired seems to think that writing my feelings down and burning them heals wounds.

She also drinks a bottle and a half of bourbon a day but I prefer to not say anything to get out of there quicker.

Anyways, till next time,

— E.P.

I put down my pen, looking out the window of the bus that was taking me to only God-knows-where. I just wanted out of this town, this state.

The sound of the bus doors opening made me jump, seeing a girl with light brown hair, green eyes, and curvy body. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

With her was a man, mid-50's. He looked tired, his eyes looked worn out. But he walked behind her, sitting with her in the seats across from me. The girl beside me whispered something distinctly, sounding like a foreign language.

Suddenly, a black spot in my vision appeared, growing bigger by the millisecond. As the dot grew, my head got lighter and lighter. Soon, my head dropped beside me as I felt the shake of the bus stop.

My head throbbed, my vision cleared, not recognizing where the hell I was. I woke up in a chair, with the same two people in front of me. They seemed as if they were waiting for me to wake up.

"What the — who are you people?" I said,

"I am Alaric. Alaric Saltzman." His name rattled my brain, as I noticed the name almost instantly.

"Alaric Saltzman? As in 'my-wife-was-murdered-by-a-raging-sociopath' Alaric Saltzman?" His eyed went cold, knowing of my history.

"And you are Elle Parker. Welcome to the Salvatore Boarding School."

"Why the hell am I here? My mom is going to be worri- never mind." I said, rubbing my temple.

"I presume you know of your genetic ancestry?" He said, eyes not growing warmer.

"If you're talking about my father, Kai Parker, then yes. I know all about his sins he's committed." I rolled my eyes at the question,

"I am so sick and tired of hearing people talk about it as if I can't hear them. Or looking at me like I'm the same way."

"That's all you know. . .?" His eyes furrowed,

"Is there anything else to know?"

He looked at the girl beside him, her hand placed on the black leather seat he was sitting in. Her eyes looked at me as if I was glass.