Inheritance Of Secrets

The start of the secrets

The minute I came back to the Hawthorne house from school I got a call. It was from an unknown number. I let it ring out. They called again. After they had called me a total of 5 times I finally picked up.

"Hello, who is this?" I spoke carefully into the phone.

"Hello," the perky voice repeated back, "Is this Annabelle Casey."

Whoever this person was is bubbly and full of excitement. Something about the way she talked seemed as if she just loved everything.

"Yes, this is?" I asked again.

"Oh yes, hello I'm Elodie Michels I'm one of your mother's current caregivers."

I felt my stomach drop. If she was calling about something bad she wouldn't have sounded so excited. There was a feeling gnawing at me inside. Why weren't they calling my stepdad?

The only reason they would be calling me if she asked them to.

I forced myself to continue the conversation stopping my mind from running wild, "Oh are you? Is everything okay?"

"Oh yes everything is fine I just needed to check something with you since you are her medical proxy," I could hear her slight smile as she talked.

If my mother named me her medical proxy it meant she wanted to do something without my step-father knowing. It also told me she had decided she was going to leave him.

"What did you need to check?"

"Yes, I just needed to know if you'd be okay with a transfer."

The request took me off guard. My mother had tried many rehabs all over the country she did best at the ones closer to him. Even if she wanted to leave her husband she would have waited till her rehab was done. She only had six more weeks.

"A transfer to to where?" I questioned.

"Camden house. Your mother was there a few years ago she wanted to give it another try."

Camden House was a treatment centre in Maine. My mother hated it. She would call me just to scream into the phone to get her out of there.

"Yes sure whatever she wants," I tell the girl on the phone. I needed to see where this went.

"Okay, I'll put the request in. Have a nice day."

This made no sense whatsoever. Why the hell does my mother want to go to Maine?

My phone pinged again.

Jameson- Meet me in Toby's room.

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I got to the room before Jameson met Xander and Avery wandering over with a sledgehammer.

"No," Avery said thinking back to the letters we all received. "Did he say something in yours?"

Jameson strolled up beside me shooting me a knowing look, "Looks like a party. Shall we?"

Avery and Xander saw us at the same time both taking a defensive stance. To each of us here it was a game we wanted to win. My team had the upper hand considering all I knew about Toby, not that I was allowed to tell Jameson just yet.

"Mine," Xander pulled back.

"Which one do you stake your claim over Xan?" I tilted my head," The wall or the hammer?"

"Both," He gritted out. I knew what this was to him. The puzzle was assumed to be designed for him to solve, something just for him, not his older brothers.