Author's Note:
I do not own anything here except Elizabeth Anderson and some other characters that may appear to be here.
The Story goes on with Elizabeth narrating, so don't be confused. Elizabeth Anderson was 6 when she narrates this chapter. So Kurt had her when he was 16 or 17. Klaine will eventually pop up in later chapters, as soon as she discovers whose name is her last name.
My name is Elizabeth Anderson...
year 2016.
I woke up at the scent of my papas cooking. Breakfast. I noticed that my stomach was already making those weird dead whale sounds. So I sat up, went down to the kitchen to see where my papa was. He wasn't there. Where is he? Food was already on the table, the house is clean, but no sign of my papa.
This happens every time, every day. I have no idea where my papa ran off to.
I sat down the dinning table, waiting for my papa. He should be here any minute. I was right. Papa came down from his room, again. I wonder what he does there. And as usuall, his eyes were sore and a bit red. Papa's eyes glows like the sky, it was like some super nova exploded just around his pupils when I see some old picture of him, but I never seemed to get a chance to see that. They were beautiful, but not anymore. I asked why they were like that, but he said he just woke up and he was very tired. I believe him, he never lies to me. He is my papa. And the best one I can ever have.
I also wonder, my papa is named Kurt Hummel, but my last name wasn't "Hummel", it was "Anderson". But my full name was Elizabeth H. Anderson, and he told me that his last name was just my maiden name. And when I tried to ask whose name was "Anderson" he told me I have to many questions. So I stoped asking him, it might just add some stress to him. And I'm worried.
Papa was not like this when he was at high school. He was out and proud, I never knew what that meant either. He had so many friends to support him, I've only met Aunt Rachel, only her. She was nice. And I still noticed that papa is still so young. He told me that he stopped school after his junior year. And I was just a year old back then.
"Papa why'd you stop going to school? Can't you go" I asked while I was taking a bit on my pancake. Papa stayed silent. His head was down, staring numbly at his food. "Papa?"
"huh?" Papa shot his head up and looked at me, he flashed that same, fake and sad, smile at me. "What was that honey, I didn't here you"
"Nevermind, you always do that when I'm talking to you."
"Don't use that tone with me!" Papa was like this most of the time, he always yells when I talk back. And the look on his face wasn't always a good sign.
"I'll just- I'm going to my room" I stared at him for a while before I got up and went up to my room. I heard him yell back at me, along the words, 'you are just like him'. And he always say that to me when we have a fight.
And I can help but wonder, who is he?
OMG! I'm so sorry! This is bad right? Oh who am I kidding! IT'S HORRIBLE!
Next chapter will be posted ASAP, as long as there are cookies for me, LOL kidding! seriously, I am going to update soon. :)
Next Chapter: Elizabeth finds out whose name is "Anderson"