My brother's a rapist, my dad's got two identities. What's next?

Chapter 23

Ohkay, since I've got nothing to do in my free period at school, I decided to post an extra chapter. :D

And don't worry, I'm still posting chapter 24 in the weekend.

And NO, this is NOT the last chapter. XD

Chapter 23

Abigail's POV

"George?" I said again, this time changing it into a question.He looked up at me, a genuine expression plastered to his face. "Is .. is that really .. you?"

He nodded, his now short hair flicking back and forth. I shook my head, clearly not understanding any of this.

"This can't be .. you.." I trailed off when my mum gave me a questioning look. I rubbed my temples at sat down on the sofa opposite my mum.

"You alright?" she asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded slowly, and breathed in deeply.

"I'm okay, just a bit tired I guess. Must be seeing things." My mum smiled, and patted my back.

"I think ought to agree," she stated, standing up. "You've barely had any sleep for the past couple of days!" I smiled weakly to George before walking out of the living room, and into the hall.

I leaned my back against the door after shutting it, and closed my eyes. I was 99% sure that I had seen him somewhere. I just couldn't couldn't remember where. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, before running up the stairs and into my room.

I decided changing into something more comfortable would calm my mood, so I picked out some clean clothes, and hopped into the shower. I let the warm water release my muscles that had already become tight from stress. After a couple minutes, I walked out, drying myself before hopping into my clean clothes.

I sat on my bed, and took out my phone. I wanted to text Yale so bad, but I knew that Jenna had a point. Bringing him further into this problem would make it a lot more difficult to solve than it should be. Yale always found it difficult to talk about this subject; I mean, I knew I understand what his situation was with his step-dad and Max, but wouldn't it have been easier if he did tell us?

I sighed, and threw my phone onto my pillow, then falling back onto the bed. The one thing I didn't get was why Yale got so nervous whenever we talked about his past. Understandably he has a bad family and past, but wouldn't it be simpler and helpful if he told us what had happened? Then a thought popped into my head.

Maybe he doesn't want help.

Maybe the situation was worse than we thought it was.

Or maybe there's something he did wrong that we don't know about.

The last thought made my heart beat faster. Maybe that's the reason why he refused to answer Jenna when she asked him if he saw Max take her away. Maybe he did see her get taken, but refused to help out. Then something else hit me.

Maybe the reason he changed his look was not because of his step-dad hurting him, but because he didn't want people to remember who he was before, and also not giving him the blame for not helping Jenna out.

My mind began racing with more thoughts as the previous ones began making sense. I turned over onto my stomach, and reached for my phone. Started texting Jenna, asking if I could meet up at her place:

jenna! i think i've figured something out. can i come over? abby xx

As soon as I hit the send button, my bedroom door opened. I quickly hid my phone under the covers, and looked up to see George standing there. His face carried a serious expression.

"Is, uh, something wrong?" I asked, sitting up straight. George closed the door and walked over to the bed, his hands crossed over his chest.

"Yes, there is something wrong," he answered, his eery voice ringing in my ears. It sounded so familiar, like I heard him speaking just recently. I shivered lightly, my eyes fixed on him.

"Who were you texting?" My heart began thumping harder in my chest. What could I tell him?

"I was texting Jenna; she had a doctor's appointment, and I was asking how it went. She was feeling pretty ill today." George nodded, and continued looking at me intently.

"Fine. Just remember, I'll be watching you. One word to anyone, and you'll regret even existing." With that, he walked out of my room, slamming the door behind him.

That's when I knew that my step-dad was not only George, but Yale's foster-dad too. I rubbed my temples, sweat beginning to form on my forehead.

My brother's a rapist, my step-dad has two identities. What's next?

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Not the last chapter. Do not worry. (: