Chapter 2- The Secret

"See you Tomorrow Alex." Kevin and Alexis waved at me. I waved back and smiled. I seem to have a great day then usual. I walk home and carried my skateboard on my arm since my legs were bothering me. It was only about four o'clock when I got home.

I noticed the car in the driveway and it was my father's. He's home early then usual. I shake my head to drain the suspension in my face. I open the door and walk right in.

"Dad, I'm home." I called out.

My dad walks out of the kitchen with his suit still on. He looks tried and sleepy. He must been working since last night the most.

"How was your day Alexander?" he said in a calm voice.

"It's been great. I met the new neighbors across the street and went to the park with Kevin and Alexis" I said putting my skateboard in the closet.

"O, I see you met them already. The Hale family, the husband works in my company" Dad said sipping some of his water in his glass.

"Really, I thought it was the Kazuyuki family. Well, that was Alexis said."

"Hm? Well I guess Alexis is thinking they're Japanese. I believe the girl was adopted, and son was not. I don't believe do. She looks like her parents much."

My dad said in a polite way.

I nodded and listen what he was saying.

While my dad contused his conversation about the Hale family, I wonder how my dad knew the Hale family so much. We only just met them, but something was strange.

"Dad, May I ask you a question?" I said looking at him with my eyes fill with suspicion.

"Sure, son"

"Ok, how do you know the Hale family so much? It seems we know them for years, well for you I mean, but still."

"Son, I know you are wondering why we know them so much, it's because the wife is your mom's childhood friend."

"It doesn't make sense. We never saw any of Mom's relatives or friends. She was lost remember? You found her in the streets when you were ten."

"Well, you don't have to judge me Alexander." he shouted.

I froze. He never shouted at me like this. He's truly hiding something from me.

"Father.., I believe you are hiding something from me. And I don't remember anything about my own mother. You know that." I breathed.

He continued to listen.

"I'm an only child. You shouldn't keep secrets from me Father."

He looks at me with his eyes dark. For some reason his eyes some how change. More like a darker red then brown.

I stared deep into his eyes.

"Let's talk about this later, right now I want you to go up those stairs right now!" He shouted in anger.

I muttered underneath my breath and grab my skateboard to march up those stairs.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" I muttered.

Later that night, I can't but wonder why my dad is so aggravated about our conversation. He seems an ass sometimes. I don't mean it a bad way. Just, sometimes my teenager's instincts could control me sometimes. I rarely talk to my father. I usually talk to him about school and his work, nothing about mom, friends or relatives.

I stared at my bedroom wall until I got annoyed looking at it. I grab my ipod and look down on my screen to look for the music I wanted to listen to. I look at the other side of my room and saw my guitar.

Its dusty yellow color shines at the moonlight. Then something happened.

Something or someone was walking on my porch outside of my room. My eyes glance at the windows. I put my ipod down and get off my bed. My eyes still linger at the windows and my heart started beating fast.

"Maybe I'm imagining again." I muttered to myself.

This time it wasn't a tree. I heard the glass of the window shattered. I jump and ran as fast as I can to see what happened.

The rest is history.