I sat on my bed with my legs crossed. I had to find out more. I just had to! I decided to start with the name and profile. You can find out a lot by a person's name and profile. I glanced at the name. Kylie Jones. There was no picture next to her name, so I clicked on the name. Her Facebook profile popped up. I immediately looked at the description. Name: Kylie Jones, Age: 33, Relationship Status: Married, Spouse: Joshua Jones, Kids: Annie (5) Calvin (3). I began to look through the posted photos. A small girl with black hair and blue eyes smiled at the camera. She was standing in what looked like a kitchen; she was holding a beautiful painting. I moved onto the next photo. The same girl wore a stunning dark blue dress. The dress came just past her knees. Her black hair was curled beautifully, and her eyes popped. Her arm was swung over a little boy. The little boy had big blue eyes, and curly blonde hair. The boy wore a white button up shirt with a black bow tie, and black pants. A man stood behind them with a hand on each of their shoulders. The man had dashing blue eyes, and fresh cut blonde hair. The man wore the same as the little boy. They all looked happy. This photo had a caption, which I quickly read. My family <3. When I looked at the photo, I couldn't help but smile. This must be Calvin, Annie, and Joshua. They looked so happy! I scrolled to the next photo. I suddenly held my breath at what I saw.
A woman stood in front of a huge water fountain. Flowers of all colors surrounded her. Some hanging, and some placed neatly on the ground. She had big green eyes. Long black hair. Pale clear skin. A white smile. I stopped horrified. I had the same eyes, hair, and skin. Mom had the same hair and skin. I brushed it off. Everyone in the world has a twin, or someone who looked like them. It was common knowledge. I clicked off the profile, and back on the messages. I scrolled to the top of today's messages, and started to read without a thought.
Caroline: Hello Kylie. I need to ask you something.
Kylie: So you unblocked me now, Caroline?
Caroline: This is not the time Kylie.
Kylie: At least tell me how Kayla is?
Caroline: Kayla?
Kylie: My daughter.
Caroline: Annie's your daughter, and I have never met her.
Kylie: I'm surprised you know who Annie even is.
Caroline: Of course I know who Annie is! And Calvin!
Kylie: You should know, they're your niece and nephew! Now tell me how my Kayla is.
Caroline: Your Kayla? Her name isn't even Kayla! It's Evelyn! Me and Aiden raised her! Amelia, Emerson, and Finley are her siblings! She thinks I'm an only child! She goes to school! She has friends! She's happy! And she doesn't even know you, or your family exists!!
I slammed the laptop shut. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't help it. How could no one tell me? Does Amelia know? What about Emerson or Finley? Wouldn't one of them tell me if they knew? At this point I don't even know. I laid down in my bed, and silently cried myself to sleep.
I woke up to darkness. Pure darkness. I looked at the clock. 4:56 am. I couldn't take it anymore. They lied to me my whole life. I sat up and stretched; when an idea struck my mind. I opened the laptop, and transferred Kylie's phone number to my phone.
Me: Hi, is this Kylie?
I turned off my phone and grabbed a flashlight next to my bed. I stood up and turned it on. I walked across the room to my closet. I grabbed an old big backpack laying next to the closet. I grabbed a pair of leggings, a pair of jeans, two T-shirts, a long sleeve shirt, some under clothes, and three pairs of socks. I divided what little clothes I had picked out in the three big pockets. I grabbed a hair brush, and a bar of deodorant. I packed both those items in the second smallest pocket. I searched my room for a few minutes and managed to find 286 dollars. I tucked them in the smallest pocket along with my phone, which was now on silent mode. I grabbed a dark purple hoodie, a pair of jeans, and under clothes. I picked up my old backpack, and walked towards the door. I placed the bag by the door, and headed towards the bathroom. I decided to take a shower; I never know when I'll get to take one again.
When I got out, I felt nice and clean. I quickly got dressed, and brushed my hair. I hurried back to my room and grabbed my bag. I climbed down the stairs as fast as I could. Maybe I could take some food from the kitchen with me? Or at the very least, eat something before I leave? I walked into the kitchen. Mom- er no- Caroline was making breakfast. French toast I think. It smelt good, and french toast was my favorite. Maybe I could eat some before I leave. Caroline must have noticed me because she placed a plate of french toast on the island in the kitchen.
"Good morning sweetpea. How did you sleep?" Caroline smiled.
"Good." I mumbled sitting down.
"Are you feeling okay? You look pale." Caroline fretted.
I didn't answer. I only quietly ate my french toast. Dad- no- Aiden came in. He piled his plate with french toast. Aiden sat down next to me, and began to eat the massive pile in front of him. He glanced at me.
"Have a lot of schoolwork? Your backpack looks full." Aiden observes.
"Yeah. I have a few big projects." I forced my voice to be steady.
"Oh that reminds me! I need to get your photos!" Caroline realized.
"From Kylie?" I couldn't help but mutter under my breath.
"What was that?" Aiden looked scared.
"Nothing." I replied quickly, finishing my french toast.
"What did you say Evelyn?" Mom prompted gently.
I felt an unexpected feeling bubble in me. I felt angry. No furious. I had never felt furious before. Caroline had always said I was her sweet quiet child.
"I asked if you got the photos from Kylie yet." I said flatly.
Aiden went pale and quiet. Caroline only looked at me kindly. She was terribly trying to hide that she was horrified.
"Kylie? Evelyn, we don't know who that is." Caroline lied.
"Yes you do." I insisted.
"You must have had a bad dream. There's no one named Kylie." Mom looked at me pleadingly.
"So you don't know who Annie, Calvin, or Joshua is either?" My voice came out emotionless.
"Kylie? Annie? Calvin? Joshua? I'm sorry Evelyn, I'm not quite following you." One look at Caroline's face and you could tell she was lying.
I felt a surge of anger wash through my body. Why would she lie about something so serious?
"Gosh! Do you not know who your sister, niece, nephew, or brother in law is?!" I hissed loudly and angrily.
"Evelyn! Don't talk to your mother like this! Especially about such messed up lies!" Aiden shouted.
"What's messed up is you calling my aunt my mother, and not telling me about my real family!" I screamed.
The whole conversion before this had been fairly quiet, so I wasn't really surprised when I heard footsteps coming downstairs. Amelia came into the room; followed by Emerson and Finley.
"What's going on?" Amelia asked, still half asleep.
It was only 6:00 am, so it was understandable how they were so sleepy, and hadn't heard us beforehand.
"Did you know?!" I turned on Amelia.
"Woah! Calm down little sister!" Amelia took a small step back.
"I'm not you sister." I whispered, shrinking back.
Sadness overtook me. Why couldn't this be my family? A loving mother, a hardworking father, a crazy-fun sister, and two annoying brothers. I knew why. I just didn't fit in. Amelia gently touched my shoulder.
"What's wrong Evelyn? Of course you're my little sister.. Unless I'm somehow adopted." Amelia joked softly.
"You don't get it Amelia. I'm your cousin." I almost started crying.
"Evelyn. You must be sick. Mom and dad are both only children. We both know that." Amelia gave me a gentle side hug.
"Your wrong Amelia. You're wrong. You're so wrong." I felt sadder than I had ever been.
"Evelyn go lay down." Caroline ordered sharply from behind me.
"Why don't you tell my cousins about their aunt?" I asked, swinging my backpack over my shoulder.
"Cousins? We don't have any cousins!" Finley squeaked.
Emerson nodded quicker and harder than I thought humanly possible.
"Yes, you do. And I'm one of them. I'm not your older sister; I'm your older cousin." I explained blandly.
Both Finley and Emerson stared at me confused, hurt, surprised, angry, and so many more emotions. Caroline ran to them and started hugging them. As if trying to comfort them from the truth. She gave me a sorrowful look. Amelia looked confused, angry, and hurt. Aiden just looked concerned and angry.
"Evelyn! Stop these lies! You're upsetting everyone! Just go to your room!" He ordered.
"Just go lay down and get some rest. You're not feeling too well. Just go breath and clear your head before school, okay?" Caroline suggested softly.
I nodded and pulled the backpack onto both my shoulders. Their faces said it all. Both of them were guilty. They were horrified that I found the truth. But they were acting like this was some silly child nightmare instead of the life changing truth. I quickly walked towards the stairs. Right when I got to the stairs, I bolted to the back door just past the stairs. I ripped open the door and flew out. I jumped over the backyard fence, barely noticing it. I ran past the houses. I heard my former family yelling after me. I didn't look back. I streamed into the woods half a mile away. I started to speed walk once I entered the woods. I needed to get away. Maybe I could even find my family. My real family. I walked and walked. Never slowly down. It must have been hours, but I kept walking. Light came; I didn't notice. I started to slow down. I heard voices behind me, so I sprinted away. I kept running and running until I couldn't. I suddenly stopped, I couldn't run anymore. I couldn't even walk. I was too tired. I fell onto the ground. Somehow I managed to curl up in a small ball and fall into a deep, dark, dreamless sleep.
~Notes~
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