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Michi41: sniff sniff... I think you're right... I smell tension too. ;)

MrsFerb Fletcher-inator: Please don't die... here's the next chapter.

AgentAsianAstro: I could always picture an older Ferb great with kids.I'm sorry, I'll update this whenever I can, but I do have other stories that need attention too... DON'T RUSH ME! lol just kidding just kidding... ;D Ferb would break his precious guitar on Mark's useless body! lol

LittlePlagueSpirit: Dun dun DUN! And I know, that teacher needed to be told off... he's too brainwashed by Mark and his nastiness...

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thewolfstar: Don't be scared... well maybe a little...

Leopardlover1002: Ah okay, and yes, yes he is! lol

Spacepotato2: Yes the plot is thickening up just nicely...

Lummie: Er... Mark is still a big meanie, don't worry. I like, but don't like cliffhangers. I like leaving them, but don't like it when other people leave them... lol. Especially when its a BIG hanger.

Fauntleroy and Walter: Hmmm... maybe... read on to get your answer. ;)


~ Ferb's POV ~

The silence my dad was giving me was very unsettling. As soon as I asked the question, he became silent for almost a minute. I finally took a deep breath and spoke again,

"Dad… are you still there?"

I thought I heard him gulp as he answered, "Yes son, I'm still here… um, where did you here about Dalia?"

"Mark said something about her…"

There was another long pause. I now have an uneasy feeling in my chest about all of this, I'm wishing now that I had just let it go and not asked my dad about any of this. I heard my dad sigh and speak up,

"What did he tell you exactly?"

"He said that Dalia was my older sister or something, and that it's your fault she's not here… dad come on, just tell me that Mark is lying already so I can-"

"Mark's not lying son… Dalia was your older sister."

I gripped the phone tighter and sat down on my bed. I remained silent at this, at this moment I didn't know what to say or think at all…

"She... she is?" I asked faintly, "But how... I mean..."

"Ferb let me explain," my dad quickly spoke up, "yes it's true, Dalia was your older sister… she was four years older then you and…"

"Dad," I spoke up, "you're saying 'was'. Does that mean she's…"

My father sighed sadly, "She's dead son… she was five when she died."

"So I was only... one?"

"Yes… well almost one that is…"

I took a deep breath in, "Why didn't you ever tell me about her? Why would you hide something like this from me?"

"Ferb I am so sorry, I was planning on telling you. Honestly I was, it just… never seemed the right time."

"It never seemed the right time? Dad I'm sixteen years old! Besides that, we tell each other everything."

"I know I know… it was just me who wasn't ready to talk about it and it's… it's my fault that she isn't here anymore."

"What happened…" I asked,

"Your mother was working one day, and I had off, so I decided to take Dalia and you into London to shop and explore the streets. We were walking around for a couple of ours and you started to get fussy. I attempted to calm you down, and when you finally did; I turned around to find out what Dalia wanted to do next when… she wasn't there anymore. I looked around all over the place and began to panic. I called the police and they began searching as well. They… they couldn't find her anywhere and they ended up telling me that they'd call me when they found her and sent me home. Annie and I began placing phone calls in hopes that someone found her wandering around, but so far no one heard from her. A few days went by and…"

I heard him pull the phone away from his ear and what I assumed was him clearing his nose and wiping his eyes. I heard him pick the phone back up and he continued talking with a quaver in his voice,

"A few days went by and the police came to our house to tell us that they… they found her body on the outskirts of London."

Tears began welling up in my eyes. Even though I can't remember her, I was overcome with sadness and grief. Somebody had murdered my sister?

My dad continued, "She was stabbed and… assaulted to death…"

I broke down upon hearing that. I sunk off the bed and began breathing uneasily. My five-year-old sister was stabbed and assaulted… how could someone do that to her? I felt a few tears fall down my face as I tried to keep myself together and kept breathing.

I heard my dad's voice again, "I blame myself everyday for what happened to her, you have to know how hard it is for me to talk about it… even after all of these years."

I narrowed my eyes and heard myself say, "Is that when Annie became hateful and abusive?"

"Son I… don't think that that has anything to do with this"

I snapped my head up angrily, "Lawrence tell me the truth! After they found Dalia's body is that when Annie became bitter and abusive?"

My dad didn't answer right away. He was probably just getting over the shock of hearing me actually say his name instead of 'dad' or 'father'. I was a bit shocked myself, but I also felt a bit angry and upset at him.

"Ferb," my dad spoke hesitantly, "I… I… yes, after that day is when your mother completely changed…"

I started shaking, "You… you held all of this back from me? You hid Dalia from me and you never found it fit to explain that was why Annie hated you and I so much?"

"Ferb I-"

"Actually scratch that, you've been telling me that she chose Mark and money over us. Was that a lie? Did you lie to me, hoping I wouldn't grow up to hate you either?"

"No! Of course not, I would never-"

"So you're saying that you didn't lie? Which is it, father? What is the real truth?"

My dad sighed, "The truth is… yes, your mother changed after Dalia's death. She only chose Mark because she couldn't stand looking at me anymore and he said that he could take her pain and suffering away. She soon told me that she was tired of spending her life with me, and also said that you looked and acted too much like me. Having you around would make her think of me, and Dalia and… it just wasn't a great situation…"

"Yet you allowed me to like in it until I was six?"

"Yes Ferb, I made mistakes in my younger life. And I swore that I wouldn't make the same mistakes with you. I told myself when we moved to America I would strive to start over and focus my life around you, instead of the past. Yes, I do still think of Dalia and maybe even cry about it occasionally, but you have to understand that I set it all aside for you."

I felt more hot tears roll down my face, "I can't believe this… I can't believe we're having to discuss this years after the fact and over the phone, no less…"

"You're upset… I understand."

"You're damn right I'm upset!"

"Ferb don't raise your tone to me. You need to calm-"

"You know what?" I nearly snapped, "Being here away from you seems to be a great thing… it's obvious we need some time apart."

"Time apart? Ferb don't say that, you're my son and I love you so much. I would never intentionally hurt you."

"Well guess what, you did! I hope you're happy with yourself."

"Ferb please-"

"Did you tell mum… I mean Linda mum about Dalia?"

I heard my dad sigh again, "Yes, I told her when we first started dating again…"

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "Oh that's just great! You tell a woman you're just dating about the daughter you lost, but you don't tell your son… your own flesh and blood!

"Son I-"

"Don't you 'son' me! You hid part of your life from me! You used to tell me that there's nothing I don't know about you… after what you told me, I don't think I should believe that anymore."

"Ferb please… I am truly sorry."

"Goodbye dad, don't expect anymore phone calls from me anytime soon…"

"Ferb no wait!"

I slammed the phone down and collapsed on my bed in total anger. I cried out some of my hidden feelings and banged my fist against the bed. Was there no one I could trust? No one at all? My own father lied and kept secrets from me, who knew who else is doing the same.

I looked up from my pillow and wiped my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have lost my temper and hung up on him, but I just couldn't help myself. I am truly confused about all of this. First of, Mark told me the truth… why? Is he trying to tear me away from my dad in order for me to stay here forever? And if so, why? And if not, why would he tell me the truth about all of this? Does he have a sick twisted joke up his sleeve, or is he just bored? These questions and more buzzed my mind.

I glanced over at the phone. I know I should call my father back and apologize for my behavior and forgive him but… that's just the thing. I'm not ready to quite forgive him yet, nor do I want to talk to him. If I do, I may just fly off the handle on him again. I needed to talk to somebody though...

I looked at my watch and saw it was a bit early for dinner. Hopefully Adria won't mind me coming early. I need to talk to someone, and I think she's the only one I can talk to right now. I would actually prefer to talk to Phineas, but his cellphone doesn't get long distance calls without his bill rocketing sky high, and if I tried to call the home phone again my dad might answer.

After wiping off my eyes, I changed into some clean clothes and left the bedroom. As I was walking down the hallway, I heard Mark call over to me,

"That must've been some discussion, I could hear you from all the way in my office."

I glared over my shoulder at him and began to descend down the stairs. I was in no mood to star a confrontation with him, so I ignored everything he had to say. He leaned over the staircase and called down to me,

"Aw… is your perfect life not so perfect anymore?"

I put my hand on the doorknob and scowled up at him. He snickered and crossed his arms, "That's life for you kid, it's not supposed to be perfect… you'll thank me for this one day."

Me… thank him? Yeah right…

I opened the door and exited the house, hoping to fully cool off before entering Adira's house.


Why do I have a feeling this story's going to be longer then 'Green Haired Boy and His Dad'? Maybe because there's more to this one... who knows... sorry if Ferb was a little OOC, but... could you really blame him?

Anyway, thanks so much for reading! Review?