How is it possible that the kid in my dream is sitting in my living room?

He had sat down after figuring I wasn't going to say anything. I was still frozen in place when my dad walked in the room with his friend. When he called my name I unfroze and turned towards him.

The guy beside him had long wavy blonde hair and little hairs stuck out from his chin. My dad seemed extremely short beside him but the look on his face was worry. He had his thick eyebrows furrowed up and he kept looking between me and the kid. "Alfred we need to talk." said my father as he sat on the couch, he patted the cushion telling me to sit down. I slowly sat down looking between him and the man. The blonde guy sat in the loveseat and leaned forward as if ready to jump between me and my dad at any moment.

I turned towards my dad and asked "What is it?" trying to keep my voice serious but I could hear the shakiness in it. I wonder if he noticed how nervous I was.

"Alfred I need you to promise you're not going to freak out or get mad. You have sit here and listen to every word I tell you first. This is going to seem confusing but just here me out. OK?" I nodded slowly still wondering what the hell is going on here.

My dad gestured towards the man and said "Let me introduce you to your mom's brother, Francis." I looked at the man and saw my mom's eyes, that was definitely her brother but why had I never met him before.

"It's nice to see you again," said Francis "last time I saw you, you weren't even a day old." OK so I was baby when he saw me but that isn't helping me out.

"OK what is going on here? I'm totally confused. Why is my uncle and strange kid here and why do think I'm gonna freak out?" I looked at my father for help and he looked down at his hands. I looked over at the boy and he had his head furrowed in his arms to where I couldn't see his face. My father finally looked back up at me and took a deep breath.

"Alfred. That kid's name is Matthew. Matthew was raised by your uncle his whole-" My father's sentence was cut off by me "OK! Why are they here why does it matter if I know he was raised by my uncle? So what he's my cousin? What is going on here, tell me now." My father grabbed my shoulders with such force that it actually hurt.

"Listen to me Alfred! Matthew isn't your cousin!" My father looked down as if he was scared to tell me what he actually was. He quietly began to stutter inaudible words then his voice got louder and he said with a shaky voice, "Matthew… Matthew is… Matthew is… your twin brother." His voice trailed off the end, I heard sorry, but I was in too much shock to hear what else he was saying.

Brother? Twin? I have a twin? How is that possible, mom raised me until she died two years ago. Why is it he was raised by Uncle Francis and not us? We never had money issues but why? All these questions ran through my head wildly. My head began to pound to the beat of my heart. It felt like there was an earthquake inside my head. My hands flew up to clutch my head. I felt my body back away from my dad and into the corner of the couch. I pulled my legs in close to my body. My eyes slowly looked over to Matthew. He was now standing with arms outreached towards me.

"How?" I whispered, "Why?" My dad looked at me with tears in his eyes and looked over at Uncle Francis. "It's your story to tell." Said my moms brother. My dad turned towards me and took a shaky breath and began his explanation.

"Alfred, when you and Matthew were born, I and your mother had this plan. Mostly your mother, actually. Your uncle here had just got divorced by his wife and she took his baby girl away from him. Your mother also only wanted one child and believed we couldn't afford two. She and your uncle decided that when the two of you were born, your uncle would adopt one and we keep the other. That's how Matthew was raised by him."

I looked at him with wide eyes, that weren't enough information. "Why keep it a secret then?"

I saw the guilt in my dad's eyes. "Because we thought it would be best that you two be raised separately and it would be easier on me and your mother to just cut the ties with Matthew. We still visited him from time to time when you were very small but then we moved here, so we couldn't see him anymore. But now Matthew is going to be living here with us while your uncle travels the world."

I quickly stood up and ran upstairs to my room. I jumped on my bed and burrowed into the blankets. This was too much information at once. Now they expect me to live with my twin I haven't known for the fourteen years of my life.

I heard a knock on my door. "Go away, Dad." I heard the door open and quietly close. I threw off the blankets and sat up. "I said go a-"I stopped midsentence because of my dad standing there it was Matthew. He walked over and sat at the end of my bed. He had his back turned towards me so I had to lean in to hear what he was saying.

"I know how you feel. I didn't find any of this out either until early this morning when we arrived." I heard him begin to sob, I felt the urge to hold him in my arms like any big brother would do but I resisted it.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and he turned his head to look at me. His glasses were fogged up from crying and I could see mine were beginning to also. We sat there and looked at each other for a long time before I built up the courage to say something.

"Well, we'll just have to figure this out and get through it together."

WEll Im gettin all my ideas in order now! I love being on break I can write about 3 chapters a day on breaks only if my parents don't bug me. If you see any mistakes in grammar let m e know Im a total neat freak and Nami will hurt me if she finds any lol! If it starts to get slow in any way or starts lack detail likeI said srry still new at this! Next chapter should be up tomorrow hopefully!