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"Umh...Dylan? Who is this?" I point at the picture, framed inside an antique wooden frame, so neatly. My voice is hardly escaping my mouth, but I still manage to get a few words out.
Dylan stops staring out of the window, and turns to face me. "Yeah, what?" He is clearly confused, and wasn't paying attention to whatever I said.
"Who is that?" I point at the framed picture. "Who is in that image?"
"That?" Dylan smiles. "I think that's..." His voice fades off, and he stands there, confused. "I...I'm not sure," He picks the frame up and stares at it for while, before shrugging and putting it back on the table.
The interuppting door, behind us, quietly opens. My ears listening out for anything important. As far as I know, it could be Sirois Mandeth, right behind me.
"Dylan?" That sounds nothing like Sirois Mandeth's. I turn around immediatley for Brett to say my name, but in a more confused tone. "Unknown?" He pauses. "What're you two doing here?" He sounds angry now.
Dylan speaks for me. "We're waiting for Dad. Unknown wants to talk to him," After that, there is silence.
Brett starts again, after the long hung quietness. "And what does she want to talk to him about?"
"Everything," I say, firmly. "Everything he has done to me, and how he has ruined it,"
Brett smirks. "Good luck with that," He grins, while taking a seat on his father's chair. "I doubt he'll even give or take a f*ck," He mutters under his breath.
I hear Dylan scowl. "I'm sure dad will try to take interest," He shoots a glare at Brett, who doesn't seem to care.
I roll my eyes, and pick the picture up, holding it up, in front of Brett's face. "Who is this?" I ask him.
Brett sits up, straight, and then smiles. "And why would you want to know?" His smile isn't devious, but more warm and soft.
"Because I know her," I whisper, firmly and clearly. I'm sure, she is my Birth Mother. What kind of a child will not recognise their mother's face.
"So, what is her name?" He asks, sweeter now, than before, when he talked in an arrogant, rude manner; but still in a sarcasm tone.
"Agatha Cromwell," I reply, confident.
He rolls his eyes. "Wrong," And then starts to laugh, before turning to face me again. "Her name is not Agatha Cromwell," Brett chuckles. "Her name is Elizabeth Cromwell,"
"Correct," Someone says from behind me. I turn around immediatley, to see Sirois Mandeth standing at the door, with a smirk. "Her name is Elizabeth Cromwell; she is Brett's mother," A faint weak smile takes over his face, as he nods at Brett to get off his chair.
Brett stands up quickly, and stands to the side, apoligising. "Sorry, dad, I didn't mean to sit there," He rolls his eyes for a second and then winks at me.
I shake my head and then turn to Sirois Mandeth. "And who is Elizabeth Cromwell?"
Sirois takes his seat, and then then looks at me, dumbfounded; ignoring my question completley, he starts to talk werid phrases. "The rabbit is jumping into a hole, too deep and dark with secrets for her to handle," He looks at me, and then grins.
I take a seat, opposite his chair; watching how he hasn't taken any action on me being here without his permission; or even caring about the fact that I'm the girl he wants shooted at sight.
"Answer my question first," I stare at him, coldly.
He smiles once more. "She is Brett's mother," Oh, so maybe he wasn't completely ignoring my question. "She is also your mother's sister,"
"My mother's sister?" I let out a gasp, filled with excitment but almost annoyance, finding out that my mother even had a sister. "Is she alive?"
If she was alive, I would ask her all the questions in the world; anything that would come to my mind.
"Sadly, she is not with us, right now; she is in Florida, maybe having the time of her life," Brett cuts in.
I roll my eyes, and stare at Sirois again. "And what do you know about Agatha Cromwell?"
I want to know about my mother. My birth mother. The woman that comes into my dreams, who talks to me, when I'm alone, even though she is not there. She is dead. And she is only dead because of this man, Sirois Mandeth.
"Agatha Cromwell? Isn't that your high school sweetheart?" Brett starts to laugh in the back, but Sirois's glare shuts him up.
High school Sweetheart. Did they date?
I made a repulsive face. "You dated her?"
Sirois laughs. "Yes," He pauses. "Sadly, she was just one of those sl*t,"
I stand up, starting to curse him, and swear all the words I can think of. "DO NOT CALL MY MOTHER THAT!"
But inside me, I think again. What do I really know about my mother?
"Tell me more," I whisper.
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