Chapter Five: More Secrets
It was November and Trevor and I were sitting in the living room working on a project we were doing together for science. I reached for the glue stick and my hand brushed Trevor's arm. A shiver ran up my spine, I was afraid of the feelings that I was starting to develop for him. He was my uncle and I knew we couldn't be any more than friends. "Are you OK?" he asked when I stood up and moved away from him. "Yes, fine," I said. "You seem a little.distant," he said, sounding concerned. He came over and sat beside me. He took my hand, "You can tell me you know," he said. I was silent. He looked into my eyes and then he started leaning closer. I closed my eyes and we kissed gently. Then we suddenly realized what we were doing. I jerked away from him and jumped up. He looked flustered, "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered. I just grabbed my things and ran from the room. I ran straight to my room and started to cry. I sobbed and sobbed. I half expected Trevor to come up and see how I was, but he didn't. There was a knock at the door, I wiped my eyes and said, "Come in," Dena walked into my room looking at me with concern. "I saw you run up here, what is it dear?" she asked sitting down beside me.
Dena and I had become closer over the few months I had been here and I wanted to tell her what happened, but I was ashamed, I didn't want her to think I was disgusting. "Skye honey, I won't judge you," she said. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I spilled out everything that had happened between Trevor and me. She listened carefully and didn't interrupt once. Finally I was finished, I sighed in relief. "It's OK Skye, there are some things that you don't know and I really think you have a right to know," Dena said. I stared at her. "But I don't have the right to tell you," she stood up. "Dena!" I cried, "You can't do that to me!" I jumped up and grabbed her arm to bring her back to my bed. I had to know what it was she thought I should know. She hesitated, "Well I guess I can tell you, but Trevor doesn't even know this, so you can't tell him even if you think you should," she said sitting down again. "OK," I sat down beside her. "Well, did you know that this is your grandmother's second marriage?" she asked. "No," I said surprised. Did that mean Gregory wasn't my real grandfather? "Well she was married to a man named Michael Jamieson before, he is your real grandfather, he died a long time ago," she said. I didn't know what this had to do with Trevor and I but I urged her to continue. "Well Trevor isn't Maxine's son, he is Gregory's from his previous marriage," she stopped. My heart leaped into my throat. This was great! Trevor and I weren't related! I jumped off the bed and cried, "This is amazing!" "Shhh," Dena shushed me. I gave her a great big hug, "Thank you for telling me, Dean, thank you!" "You can't tell Trevor, so it doesn't do you much good," she said before leaving. My happiness faded. She was right. What good was it to know that we weren't related if he didn't know? He would think I was his niece. I lay in bed trying to think of some way to tell Trevor the truth. But it was impossible. Obviously, Maxine and Gregory wanted him to think Maxine was his mother if they kept it a secret all these years. I couldn't just go and tell him. I was back where I started and it frustrated me. I lay awake for the next hour trying to think of some way to be with Trevor. I couldn't get to sleep so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. The kitchen was dark and shadowy. I got my water quickly and hurried back down the hall. I was about to go back up the stairs when I heard someone crying softly. It sounded like they were trying to keep it a secret. I saw a light under Gregory's office door so I crept over there. I put my ear up to the door and I realized it was Gregory crying softly. I was surprised. I had never seen him show very much emotion even towards his own wife. I was going to walk away and leave him alone but something pulled me back to the door. I heard him say a name between sobs. I listened very carefully until he said it again. "Anthony..." he sobbed. I gasped and stumbled back from the door. Why was he saying Anthony's name? What was going on? I couldn't forget about this, I had to know if this was the same Anthony. I knocked softly on the door and called out, "Gregory? Can I come in?" I opened the door before he said anything; he was facing away from me. "I'm a little busy right now Skye," he said his voice shaking a little. "I'm sorry, but I heard you say by brother's name," I said. He turned around and looked at me suspiciously. His eyes were red and bloodshot, but he had wiped away any remaining tears. "Pardon me?" he said. "I heard you say Anthony," I repeated. "It was a different person than your brother," he said shaking his head; I saw he was holding a picture in his hand. Normally I would agree and just leave, but I had a funny feeling that it was the same person. "Maybe not, can I see your picture?" I asked moving towards him. He hesitated but then changed his mind and handed me the picture. I looked at it carefully. It was of two boys who looked somewhat alike. They had dark hair and the same colour blue eyes. The picture was faded but as I looked closer I realized who one of the boys was, it was Anthony. Why did Gregory have a picture of my brother? I stared at the other boy and I gasped. It was Trevor. "Wha-what is going on, why do you have a picture of Anthony and Trevor together?" I demanded. He stared at me like I was crazy, "They are my sons,"
It was November and Trevor and I were sitting in the living room working on a project we were doing together for science. I reached for the glue stick and my hand brushed Trevor's arm. A shiver ran up my spine, I was afraid of the feelings that I was starting to develop for him. He was my uncle and I knew we couldn't be any more than friends. "Are you OK?" he asked when I stood up and moved away from him. "Yes, fine," I said. "You seem a little.distant," he said, sounding concerned. He came over and sat beside me. He took my hand, "You can tell me you know," he said. I was silent. He looked into my eyes and then he started leaning closer. I closed my eyes and we kissed gently. Then we suddenly realized what we were doing. I jerked away from him and jumped up. He looked flustered, "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered. I just grabbed my things and ran from the room. I ran straight to my room and started to cry. I sobbed and sobbed. I half expected Trevor to come up and see how I was, but he didn't. There was a knock at the door, I wiped my eyes and said, "Come in," Dena walked into my room looking at me with concern. "I saw you run up here, what is it dear?" she asked sitting down beside me.
Dena and I had become closer over the few months I had been here and I wanted to tell her what happened, but I was ashamed, I didn't want her to think I was disgusting. "Skye honey, I won't judge you," she said. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I spilled out everything that had happened between Trevor and me. She listened carefully and didn't interrupt once. Finally I was finished, I sighed in relief. "It's OK Skye, there are some things that you don't know and I really think you have a right to know," Dena said. I stared at her. "But I don't have the right to tell you," she stood up. "Dena!" I cried, "You can't do that to me!" I jumped up and grabbed her arm to bring her back to my bed. I had to know what it was she thought I should know. She hesitated, "Well I guess I can tell you, but Trevor doesn't even know this, so you can't tell him even if you think you should," she said sitting down again. "OK," I sat down beside her. "Well, did you know that this is your grandmother's second marriage?" she asked. "No," I said surprised. Did that mean Gregory wasn't my real grandfather? "Well she was married to a man named Michael Jamieson before, he is your real grandfather, he died a long time ago," she said. I didn't know what this had to do with Trevor and I but I urged her to continue. "Well Trevor isn't Maxine's son, he is Gregory's from his previous marriage," she stopped. My heart leaped into my throat. This was great! Trevor and I weren't related! I jumped off the bed and cried, "This is amazing!" "Shhh," Dena shushed me. I gave her a great big hug, "Thank you for telling me, Dean, thank you!" "You can't tell Trevor, so it doesn't do you much good," she said before leaving. My happiness faded. She was right. What good was it to know that we weren't related if he didn't know? He would think I was his niece. I lay in bed trying to think of some way to tell Trevor the truth. But it was impossible. Obviously, Maxine and Gregory wanted him to think Maxine was his mother if they kept it a secret all these years. I couldn't just go and tell him. I was back where I started and it frustrated me. I lay awake for the next hour trying to think of some way to be with Trevor. I couldn't get to sleep so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. The kitchen was dark and shadowy. I got my water quickly and hurried back down the hall. I was about to go back up the stairs when I heard someone crying softly. It sounded like they were trying to keep it a secret. I saw a light under Gregory's office door so I crept over there. I put my ear up to the door and I realized it was Gregory crying softly. I was surprised. I had never seen him show very much emotion even towards his own wife. I was going to walk away and leave him alone but something pulled me back to the door. I heard him say a name between sobs. I listened very carefully until he said it again. "Anthony..." he sobbed. I gasped and stumbled back from the door. Why was he saying Anthony's name? What was going on? I couldn't forget about this, I had to know if this was the same Anthony. I knocked softly on the door and called out, "Gregory? Can I come in?" I opened the door before he said anything; he was facing away from me. "I'm a little busy right now Skye," he said his voice shaking a little. "I'm sorry, but I heard you say by brother's name," I said. He turned around and looked at me suspiciously. His eyes were red and bloodshot, but he had wiped away any remaining tears. "Pardon me?" he said. "I heard you say Anthony," I repeated. "It was a different person than your brother," he said shaking his head; I saw he was holding a picture in his hand. Normally I would agree and just leave, but I had a funny feeling that it was the same person. "Maybe not, can I see your picture?" I asked moving towards him. He hesitated but then changed his mind and handed me the picture. I looked at it carefully. It was of two boys who looked somewhat alike. They had dark hair and the same colour blue eyes. The picture was faded but as I looked closer I realized who one of the boys was, it was Anthony. Why did Gregory have a picture of my brother? I stared at the other boy and I gasped. It was Trevor. "Wha-what is going on, why do you have a picture of Anthony and Trevor together?" I demanded. He stared at me like I was crazy, "They are my sons,"