Chapter Nine
Matt was on a mission to find out the truth. Orbing home he made his way up to the attic. It was a lot like the one that Chris had in his home; the only difference was that his didn't have a great big spell book in the middle of the room.
He began rummaging through boxes in search of something that would prove that he was Matthew Turner, not his Wyatt Halliwell that everybody seemed hell bent on mistaking him for.
Shifting through the boxes of memorabilia something occurred to Matt. Why weren't there any pictures of him as a baby? He had only ever seen images of himself from the age of two upwards. The living room was plastered with images of him growing up, yet he had never recalled seeing an image of himself as a baby. He remembered asking his mom to see them, thinking back she seemed a bit cagey about the subject dismissing him with 'there probably in the attic. I'll find them out for you later'. She never did though. If he had pushed the subject would he have found out the one thing he was desperately trying to disprove? That he wasn't their son.
He couldn't find anything of any great importance towards his crusade for the truth. There was the usually stuff, pictures he had drawn in nursery and primary school, certificates for good grades, school photos etc. Looking down at one of the photographs, he noticed that he bared no resemblance to either one of his parents. The image was taken when he was around six years old, his curly blonde hair and blues eyes stood out, especially in a home where on parent had brown hair and brown eyes, while the other had red hair with hazel eyes.
Why had he seen it before? Matt asked himself. He looked nothing like his parents; even his facial features were completely different to both his mom and dad's. He did however look like Chris' father. Chris had mentioned it earlier and he had dismissed it. But seeing the man for himself he had recognised the similarities instantly. But that doesn't mean that he's my father, does it? Matt rationalised.
He'd been searching for what seemed like an eternity and still he had not found anything, no baby book, no congratulations on your new arrival cards, not even his damn birth certificate. He had to admit he was starting to get worried. Sighing he was just about to give up and get up off the floor when he noticed something at the bottom of the box he had been looking through. Pulling out the yellowing envelope he opened it up and began reading it's contents.
His world felt like it was standing still and he hadn't even frozen the room! He had his answer. The people who he had been calling mom and dad all these years weren't! He wasn't Matthew, he was Wyatt, Wyatt Halliwell. Looking down at the document in front of him his worse nightmare had come true.
Authors note: I know that this is a really short chapter but I felt that Matt needed one of his own:)