Chapter 4: Fact/Fiction

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Miguel

Just a short chapter, I have been busy with school and such, the ending will officially be the fifteenth chapter. Thank you all, friends, family, for reading my story. I will be writing another story, that won't be a short, called 'Impurities of the Human Race". I will be posting that on Thursday, at most, Friday.

Plus... Thank you all fanfiction readers who took the time to notice my note on my fanfiction story, 'A Thousand Forms of Fear' and came to read this one. I will post another fanfiction for the following: Divergent, Hellboy, Batman, Farcry 3, Farcry 4, Avatar, Outlast, Outlast DLC, and GTA 5. Remember I always take suggestions, I have had several suggestions from fanfiction readers in the past two weeks so feel free to drop a fanfiction on me for Wattpad. Lol... Thank you again.

I couldn't help but tense up when the handle turned, the door slammed open, and the light switched back on. Miguel pacing calmly into the room, he seemed to be in a rush. His hair was messed up and frazzled, his eyes were glassy and surrounded by dark circles, sweat beading down his temples. I had never seen such a cold stare in my life, he stopped in front of the bed, crossing his arms, then putting them at his sides, then crossing them again. His lips parted as though he wanted to say something but he couldn't muster up the words. Enrique leaning against the door frame smiling at the very scene before him. Fear flashed across my expression, my eyebrows furrowing with worry, and my teeth extended out to suck in my bottom lip and nimble on it nervously.

"Your mother... She is-" He had no time to finish the sentence before I burst into tears, a series of emotions crumbling on top of my ability to keep sane. I was losing my life, everything, my family, my sanity, my very will to keep going, all of it falling into the hands of a man who claimed to be my uncle but was nothing more than a sick, old man.

He looked puzzled at me, glancing over at Enrique for an explanation, they both were confused as to why I was crying. It infuriated me, a burning urge to leap from the bed and punch Miguel in the face as many times as I could before Enrique would kill me. Did they think my mother's death would un-faze me? Idiots...

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