It opens quietly and I have a feeling that something will go wrong very soon. Like, maybe that man would return to taunt me again, and would bang my head, too. Maybe he'd get rid of Jenelle, as well, and no one would ever know what happened. Including Zack.
"What're we looking for?" Jenelle whispers, pulling out her phone and turning it's flashlight on, and then, switching to a programmed candle used for lighting as well.
With the candle being our only luminous source, I quickly scan the room and realize it looks messier with papers than before. I huff and go through the papers on the desk, but most of them have something to do with business. This is Brian's dad's office, I think. But it can also be someone else's office; maybe his mum or uncle, I don't know. It still strikes me weird and creepy when I find what I'm looking for.
My heartbeat speeds up as my hands shakily pick up the folder with my name on it. This time, there's a note saying: '𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍.'
"Who the hell is Celine?" Jenelle asks in confusion, still holding her phone's light over the file.
"That's the question," I whisper back. I open the file and the first thing we see is basic information about me: my full name, which is Rosalyn Elise Parker; my date of birth, characteristics and parents names, which is not written as Jason Parker and Carolina Anne Parker, but Julian Parker and Celine Parker.
"What the heck," I whisper under my breath. "Last time I checked, Julian Parker was my uncle, and Celine Parker was dead due to childbirth... if she is my aunt, that is." I tell Jenelle. "And I was told that the child never survived." I start breathing heavily and Jenelle puts a hand on my back to steady me.
"Unless they all lied to you so you wouldn't dig into the topic," Jenelle mumbles, coming to a conclusion.
"But they're my family. Why would they lie to me?" I whisper, trying not to cry. I mean, this could be fake unless they have proof.
The blood on Dylan's shirt the other day was from my finger. And he claimed to have found me with an already bleeding finger. What if that masochist man took the blood for a DNA test? Fuck.
Well, on the bright side, at least now I know Dylan didn't lie to me.
Taking a deep breath through my nose, I flip the paper and find some boring facts written on it about my medical records and school records. I put the file down and pick up Olivia's, who is supposed to be my cousin, but isn't.
It has her picture on the corner, like mine did. And it states her name, which is Olivia Hollister. Hm, she took on her husband's family name. Then it states her date of birth, basic information about her looks and how we're sisters. Then it mentions her husband, Peter Van Hollister, and her son, James Hollister. And that's all.
Then comes the last file: Celine Parker. Next to Parker, is her family name: Garçon. This file has more pages than Olivia and mine did. It has her picture on the side, and I take in all the details I can see even in dim lighting. It looks like a picture that was taken in a happy moment, cause she's smiling huge with dimples that I didn't inherit. Her eyes are closed, though, and that's something I do when I laugh as well. She doesn't even look old, even though she was in her late thirties or early forties. Her dark hair is tied back in a bun, and her nose shape is too much like mine. But overall, she has really feminine features like Olivia, rather than me.
Her date of death just proves that her child lived. 15th of December, 1999. Yeah, I was born on the same date. Can't be a coincidence.
We're about to go through the next page when we hear footsteps, and in panic, we put the files back and rush to the other side of the table and duck underneath it. "Shit," I whisper under my breath and pull out my phone to text Zack, 'we might get caught if you don't do something quickly'.
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A Never Ending DreamTeen Fiction
|SEQUEL TO JUST THE BEGINNING| If you haven't read the first book, don't read this one yet. This book has spoilers and it will definitely leave you more confused than you already are. ••• Meet Rosalyn Parker, your ordinary high school teenager. S...