If you are reading "Confession" (or have read it and waiting for an update), I have NOT given up on it. I just didn't not expect so many reviews (hey, 7 reviews on one chapter is a lot for me) and now I don't know how to start the next chapter. The reason why I'm starting this story is because this idea been in my head way before "Confession" so I think that it deserves to come out now.
Earthquake-Prolouge
Sometimes, when he couldn't fall asleep, my then 3 year old brother Phineas would sneak into my room. He'd climb into my bed and try to wake me. When he succeeded, he would ask me questions that I would answer half heartily until we fell asleep. Other, than the lack of sleep, I didn't mind this exchange. Until one winter day.
"Candace," He poked me so I could face him.
"Hmm?"
"We look kinda like Mom, don't we?"
"Yes."
"But we don't look like Dad."
"Mmm-hmm." I was drifting off at this point. I really didn't hear his next question. He rewarded my silence with a jab to my stomach. Our angry blue eyes met.
"Why did you do that?" I demanded.
"You fell asleep! I want to know why we don't look like Dad."
I blinked at him. This was a question that I did not want answer. However, I didn't tell him that.
"You wouldn't understand." This was one of the worst things I could have told him. I realized that when he slammed his fist on the bed. It was so close to me that I felt the knuckle rub against me.
"I can understand! Just tell me. I know you're awake." The last sentence was in reply to my feigned sleep. Sighing, I looked at my little brother. His arms were crossed tightly in frustration. The expression on his face was hauntingly familiar. I shuddered as buried memories surfaced in my mind.
I did not want to share these memories with him.
Phineas raised an eyebrow at my behavior.
"Candace?"
"You looked just like him." I whispered.
"Who?" He leaned in.
"Our first dad."