From London With Love
Chapter Ten: It's up to us now
Rudolph's POV:
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I couldn't believe my ears. Did he...did he really say what I think he just said? My brother's hands were now balled into slightly angry fists. Before I knew it, I took a blow across my unsuspecting cheek. Red pain flashed in my eyes yet I tried my best to not reveal it with words. Gregory always had overreacted to things and this is no exception.
My heated brother exclaimed, "Why didn't you say anything earlier?!"
"Well, for starters, you all thought I was a loony bin!" I replied, still rubbing my sore cheek.
"You still could of!"
"Could not!"
"Could of!"
"Could not!"
Anna barged through my doorway, "Can someone please explain to me what all this noise is about? I find it very hard to focus on my dark poetry if my brothers are about to fight about something that doesn't involve me."
Gregory motioned to our dear sister, "Go on, Rudolph. Why don't you tell her."
I shook my head, "You and I both know she has to remember on her own."
"Remember WHAT?" She cried out.
A long silence soon followed. Of course I wanted to tell Anna about our past life, but she would only think I'm going crazy. I have to let nature take it's course and for her to figure it out herself. Gregory being the first to remember is actually very surprising. He is the hothead of the family, the stubborn wild child. Yet, it was he who broke out of the amulet's trance. For this action, I have newfound respect for my dear brother. The fact he also isn't spilling the beans to Anna is also something I would have never imagined.
Gregory stated, "You'll understand later, Anna."
I nodded in agreement while she huffed and stormed out. Gregory and I looked at each other, hardly believing that we were the only ones who knew the truth.
"What do we do now?"
An idea popped into my head, "We can tell mother and father that we are going on a trip by ourselves. To the mountains or perhaps the woods. Our false reasons will be for brother bonding when in reality it will be to return to Scotland and find the Thompson family."
He raised his pierced eyebrows, "And what makes you think they'll still be there and even remember us?"
Pulling out Amelia's letter, I glanced at the address, "A friend of mine is going to help."
A/N: Merry Christmas? Too late for that? Okay.