Finding Acceptance
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Covenant" or any of its characters; I only own Peyton and Allison.
Prologue
It's been said that only one child is born to the five, or in this case four, Covenant families; the eldest and only Son. I wish our mother's womb would have gotten the message. My name is Peyton, and I am one of the Daughters of Ipswich. There is one other Daughter and that is my twin sister, Allison; we are the younger sisters of Pogue Parry. Our births were unbelievable; how could female twins be born to the families?
After our births, our mother and father decided it would be best if we were given to our aunt and uncle. Our aunt, on our mother's side, was never able to conceive and have children of her own. I know that Allie has never caught onto why we were given up, but I do. It was because they didn't want us to take up Pogue's spotlight. When we turned eight we moved overseas to Italy with our aunt and uncle. They wrote letters to our parents to keep them updated on what was happening.
On our thirteenth birthday, much to our aunt and uncle's horror, we inherited the Power. They called our parents and told them; our aunt crying about us not being able to live normal lives anymore. We continued to live in Italy for five years until the day our aunt and uncle were killed. They had been driving to the art museum when their car was side-swiped. Our uncle couldn't control the car and they ended up crashing into the side of a building.
Now Allie and I are back in Ipswich. Once news of our aunt and uncle's death reached our parents, they had told us to come home. Pogue didn't know we were his sisters, he still knew us as his cousins. All he knew was that his aunt and uncle had been killed and his "kid" cousins were coming to live with them. Allie was happy to be going back, but I was less than pleased.
As we walked away from baggage claim at the airport, I saw a group of people standing near the door. One of the male adults was holding a sign that read 'Peyton and Allison Brendon'. Grabbing my sisters free hand, I led the way to them.
"Peyton? Allison?" our mother asked; I nodded, seeing that all the families had come even the boys. "How was your flight?" My mouth was firmly shut.
"It was okay." Allison responded. I wish I had the ignorance my twin had. She looked at me and I shook my head. She began to speak to me in Italian. "Siete giusti?" (Are you okay?)
I laughed at my sister's asinine question. I tucked a piece of my now-dyed red hair behind my right ear. "Abbiano rinviato appena ad inferno e state chiedendo se sono giusto?" (We just returned to hell and you're asking me if I'm okay?) I asked in a sarcastic tone. She narrowed her eyes at me and I had to laugh again. "Non sto andando comunicare. Potreste pure farli preferibilmente." (I'm not going to talk. You might as well do it instead.)
Allison stomped her foot like a little child as everyone stood watching us. Her dirty-blonde hair was falling down from the clip that was holding it. Her green eyes sparkled with annoyance. "Iete essendo ridiculous, Peyton! Gli ingelesi giusti di colloquio, o quando lo otteniamo la sto andando batterli con uno dei miei talloni di stiletto su!" (You're being ridiculous, Peyton! Just talk English, or when we get there I'm going to beat you with one of my stiletto high heels!) she rebuked.
I turned my gaze to the families who were here, and smiled. My mother and father were looking at me with wide eyes. "Hello." I greeted, then turned to my sibling. "Ora siete felici? Io inglese adeguato dello spoke." (Are you happy now? I spoke proper English.) Her response was a low growl.
A throat being cleared got our attention. Our father looked at us, as did the others. The members of all families were looking at us, shock written on their faces. I had to fake a cough to keep from laughing; their expressions were funny as hell! "Well, girls… if you've got everything… why don't we get out of here?" dad asked. Allie nodded her head and we walked out of the airport to where six cars were parked. We put our things in the trunk and got in the car with our parents.
Once we got to Parry manor, time seemed to stop; at least for me it did. An old man was standing at the top of the stairs of the porch, most likely waiting for the adults. Allison and I grabbed our stuff from the car trunk, then followed everyone.
Wayne, our father, led us upstairs and to two rooms in the middle of the hallway. The other two men and the old man followed. He closed the door when we were both in Allie's room. The two men and old man looked Allie and I up and down. Our father looked at us, a scowl on his face.
"We allowed you to come back because Shield and Daven died. I've informed Joseph and Glenn of your Power. Gorman knows, too." He spoke. "None of the boys know. So don't give them any reason to suspect you. And do not, for any reason, use your Power!"
The room was silent as the door opened and all the men walked out. I let out a breath as Allie walked to her bed. "You should go put your stuff away, too." She spoke. I laughed and turned, going to my room; she definitely didn't act like my younger twin sister. I shut the door to my room behind me as I began putting my things away.
Being back in Ipswich was going to be interesting.