Daughter Of Chaos

CHAPTER 7: A brother

Natasha POV

When we were done we got dressed in our regular clothes, I was done dressing so I headed outside and waited for everybody to get done so we could go for break. They were taking so long so I was about to take out my phone when somebody came and grabbed me by the hand. I was about to give that person an ugly look but then I saw it was Jacques.

He started pulling me to where I think was the library. "We supposed to be waiting on the others, so where are we going?" I asked. "Library." He answered. I just decided to follow him blindly because it seemed to be important.

He lead me deep into the library, this must have been serious. When we walked passed the chairs he took two for him and I.  We reached a corner where nobody could hear or see us,  he gestured for me to sit and both if us sat. He stared at me for a while then it began to get awkward. "Did you bring me here so you could stare at me?" I asked and he looked at me even worse.

"I am not making this easy for you, am I?" I asked because I could see that he needed time to process what he was about to tell me.  He stared at me for a while but this time I was patient? "What did you call me the day I passed out it the sun?" He asked really fast and I released a breath I did not know I was even holding. "What?" I asked sounding like I had not heard his questions but I had heard it, I was just thinking of a way to get myself out of this situation.

He took a deep breath, "What- did- you- call- me- the- day- I- passed- out- in- the- sun?" He asked word for word and it was tattooed in my brain. To bad my brain was taking long to process an answer- more like a lie. He looked straight into my eyes making it quite hard for me to lie to him but I had to, "I called you Jacques." I told him but with a heavy heart because I knew what he meant but I lied to him.

"No, you called me by a different name- and it was not Jacques." He said still looking into my eyes. "It must have been your imagination, cause remember, you were loosing your consciousness." I said nervously. He continued to look at me as if contemplating whether I was telling the truth or not. "We should go to the others, anyway it is break." I said trying to escape his gaze.

I was about to stand up when he said, "Jack." I looked at him and made an emotionless face, I froze on the spot. Jacques stood up from his seat and made me sit down, then he sat down again. "You called me Jack that day, didn't you- was that the nickname you got for me?" He asked and I shook my head no because if I had spoken I would have blurted everything out.

But then I realized my mom had told him about me calling him Jack so what was the point of lying to him. "Why don't you call me that anymore?" He asked looking down. "Cause I know you don't like it." I whispered too low for any human to hear. "And how do you know that?" He asked, and my eyes became wider- he heard such a low sound, but how?

"B-because- because when I called you that name for the first time you started sniffling and when you were in the guest room I called you that name again and a tear ran down you face and you seemed to go into shock and get worse." I said looking away because I was not ready to see his expression. There was again a long awkward uncomfortable silence. "I used to have a sister who called me Jack, it was a special name she had given me. She would used to argue with my mother if she tried to call me by her special nickname."

"It's been years since I have been called that." He said looking very emotionally hurt. "What happened to them,  you never told me you had a sister before?" I asked now also feeling the hurt cause I could somehow tell that is was not going to be a happy ending. His eyes suddenly jerked at me. "They died, and I was not able to do anything about it, I watched as they were... " the poor boy could not even finish his sentence then a tear dropped from his face and he began weeping.