Denial, Chapter Ten
**Sorry it's been SOO long since I've updated any of my stories! It's been over a month :/ Ack, high school is so hard lol..Not hard, but ya know..stressful, a lot of work. middle school was never like that! Anyway, it's pretty ok. But I'm in a new school...And that's never good for anyone. I miss all my friends! Geez I'm so sick of moving ,but since we bought this house we won't be moving for awhile, or ever maybe! Anyways, enjoy the chapter and I should have my other stories updated soon, too. Henry County is year-around, so I get a week break every few weeks (also get a week of Thanksgiving break, 2 1/2 weeks for Christmas, and spring) so besides those I just listed we get one in the fall (I'm getting one Sept. 15 for an entire week!) and then one in February..Maybe one more, I'm not 100% sure, so the week after next I'll try to update more!**
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Ezra was determined to have a peaceful family dinner, as they had not done in four or five years. Especially with Bren around. It felt so weird to have a little brother. Bren and Ezra. Ezra and Bren. It use to be just Ezra, Ezra thought with a tinge of jealousy. What if his parents really were hoping to change?
He didn't let that effect him as he quietly ate his meal. He laughed every once in awhile as Bren smushed his peas and 'smashed totoes' together. Bren would then pout when his mom or dad scolded him.
"So, Ezra, how is school?" Mrs. Friedkin asked. Ezra could see she was trying with every might her body had to make it seem like he was going to a regular, public school. Or even a pretigious academy, as she had no doubt told her 'tea cup buddies', as Ezra called them.
"It's going great, mom," Ezra answered simply. "Got a girlfriend?" Mr. Friedkin asked, winking at his dark-haired son. "Um, yeah, actually," Ezra responded with a small grin. "Kaylen. She's in the Ridgerunners," he explained. His mother gave him a blank look and his dad's face looked a little strained. "Er, right, son," he answered. "Well it's great you have a girl! What was her name-Katie?" he asked.
"Um yeah dad" Ezra answered, shaking his head. Some things never change. "No, silly Daddy, her name is Kaylen!" Bren said, giggling. Mr. Friedkin looked at Ezra out of the side of his eye. "Well why didn't you just say so, son?"
"Dad, I...Nevermind." Ezra said, giving up. He was to tired.
"Well..." There was an uncomfortable silence as Mr. Friedkin trailed off.
"I go to school," Bren said slowly. Ezra smiled. "That's great, Bren," he answered. "He doesn't go to school, he goes to pre-school. We've explained this, right kiddo?" Mr. Friedkin asked, ruffling Bren's hair. "Pre-school, right," Bren said, again in a slow, almost southern drawl. "Dad, pre-school is school. He's five; it's ok," Ezra said in a monotone voice. "Well sure, Ezra but I don't want him thinking that he's on your le- I don't want him to think he's going to real school." Mr. Friedkin said, stopping himself before he said 'level'. What kind of level was a school for 'at-risk' teenagers? he asked himself.
Ezra could see his dad's displeasure. He sighed. "It was real good, mom," Ezra remarked on the food as he stood up. "You're done?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm full." Ezra answered simply. "Well help your mother with the kitchen so you can have some alone time with her," his fathered said in a gruff voice. Ezra inwardly groaned but knew it was no use backing out of a chore involving his mother. She'd freak and accuse him of not loving her, or something.
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Later that night around ten, Ezra finally managed to climb in bed. Bren was already there but Ezra couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. He got his answer was Bren sat up in his bed when Ezra climbed into his own.
"Ezra?"
"Yeah, Bren?"
"Those aren't my real mommy and daddy."
"I know, Bren."
"I'm 'dopted."
"I know, Bren."
"Ezra?"
"What?"
"You're my real brother, though."
"I know, kid. Just like real brothers." Ezra responded in a tired voice. "Yeah, just like real brothers," Bren echoed.
"Ezra?"
"WHAT, Bren?"
"'Night, night, I love you a whole bunches."
"I...Night, Bren."
**Ahhh watch Higher Ground on WAM! if you have it! Saturday's at eight (eastern time) and I think it repeats during the week ^_^ I'm soooooo happy you wouldn't believe it! So if ya got it, watch it! I haven't seen HG in three years!!!**
**Sorry it's been SOO long since I've updated any of my stories! It's been over a month :/ Ack, high school is so hard lol..Not hard, but ya know..stressful, a lot of work. middle school was never like that! Anyway, it's pretty ok. But I'm in a new school...And that's never good for anyone. I miss all my friends! Geez I'm so sick of moving ,but since we bought this house we won't be moving for awhile, or ever maybe! Anyways, enjoy the chapter and I should have my other stories updated soon, too. Henry County is year-around, so I get a week break every few weeks (also get a week of Thanksgiving break, 2 1/2 weeks for Christmas, and spring) so besides those I just listed we get one in the fall (I'm getting one Sept. 15 for an entire week!) and then one in February..Maybe one more, I'm not 100% sure, so the week after next I'll try to update more!**
SHAMELESS PLUGGING: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE join my murdered children's clique! it'sa clique that you join to show that you will always remember the thousands of murdered kids! There's also over 100 stories and stuff, so you can look at some stuff when you get done joining. The URL is thanks!
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Ezra was determined to have a peaceful family dinner, as they had not done in four or five years. Especially with Bren around. It felt so weird to have a little brother. Bren and Ezra. Ezra and Bren. It use to be just Ezra, Ezra thought with a tinge of jealousy. What if his parents really were hoping to change?
He didn't let that effect him as he quietly ate his meal. He laughed every once in awhile as Bren smushed his peas and 'smashed totoes' together. Bren would then pout when his mom or dad scolded him.
"So, Ezra, how is school?" Mrs. Friedkin asked. Ezra could see she was trying with every might her body had to make it seem like he was going to a regular, public school. Or even a pretigious academy, as she had no doubt told her 'tea cup buddies', as Ezra called them.
"It's going great, mom," Ezra answered simply. "Got a girlfriend?" Mr. Friedkin asked, winking at his dark-haired son. "Um, yeah, actually," Ezra responded with a small grin. "Kaylen. She's in the Ridgerunners," he explained. His mother gave him a blank look and his dad's face looked a little strained. "Er, right, son," he answered. "Well it's great you have a girl! What was her name-Katie?" he asked.
"Um yeah dad" Ezra answered, shaking his head. Some things never change. "No, silly Daddy, her name is Kaylen!" Bren said, giggling. Mr. Friedkin looked at Ezra out of the side of his eye. "Well why didn't you just say so, son?"
"Dad, I...Nevermind." Ezra said, giving up. He was to tired.
"Well..." There was an uncomfortable silence as Mr. Friedkin trailed off.
"I go to school," Bren said slowly. Ezra smiled. "That's great, Bren," he answered. "He doesn't go to school, he goes to pre-school. We've explained this, right kiddo?" Mr. Friedkin asked, ruffling Bren's hair. "Pre-school, right," Bren said, again in a slow, almost southern drawl. "Dad, pre-school is school. He's five; it's ok," Ezra said in a monotone voice. "Well sure, Ezra but I don't want him thinking that he's on your le- I don't want him to think he's going to real school." Mr. Friedkin said, stopping himself before he said 'level'. What kind of level was a school for 'at-risk' teenagers? he asked himself.
Ezra could see his dad's displeasure. He sighed. "It was real good, mom," Ezra remarked on the food as he stood up. "You're done?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm full." Ezra answered simply. "Well help your mother with the kitchen so you can have some alone time with her," his fathered said in a gruff voice. Ezra inwardly groaned but knew it was no use backing out of a chore involving his mother. She'd freak and accuse him of not loving her, or something.
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Later that night around ten, Ezra finally managed to climb in bed. Bren was already there but Ezra couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. He got his answer was Bren sat up in his bed when Ezra climbed into his own.
"Ezra?"
"Yeah, Bren?"
"Those aren't my real mommy and daddy."
"I know, Bren."
"I'm 'dopted."
"I know, Bren."
"Ezra?"
"What?"
"You're my real brother, though."
"I know, kid. Just like real brothers." Ezra responded in a tired voice. "Yeah, just like real brothers," Bren echoed.
"Ezra?"
"WHAT, Bren?"
"'Night, night, I love you a whole bunches."
"I...Night, Bren."
**Ahhh watch Higher Ground on WAM! if you have it! Saturday's at eight (eastern time) and I think it repeats during the week ^_^ I'm soooooo happy you wouldn't believe it! So if ya got it, watch it! I haven't seen HG in three years!!!**
