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Chapter Three : Memories Turn To Confusion

I tossed and turned that night. That stupid statement was running circles in my head, "I'm your father." Eventually, I got sick of tossing; I stopped and stared at the dark ceiling.

Who was this guy anyways? What was his name? Is he actually my father? If he was, then why am I being informed about him now? If he wasn't, what does he want with me?

Questions kept swarming in; the worst part was they couldn't be answered until I talked face to face with him. I threw my pillow over my face, things weren't making sense.

It felt like one of those moments when you think you're missing a piece before you put the puzzle together. Memories were now filtering back, putting the questions to a halt; for now.

I lived with an old couple, I use to call them Mum and Father. Now I guess those names for them are dead and shot.

Mum was a plump woman, but she was content with her enlarged size. She had long, blonde, curls that dangled down on her head. She always wore a tethered, blue apron around her waist. I've never seen her without it, she told me what it meant to her but I never paid much attention.

She was a strict person, which rubbed me the wrong way numerous times. She could be as nice as a butterfly, yet as mean as a bee. Her mood swings changed violently, but you get use to it after a month and a half of living with the crazy bat.

Father was a couple years older than Mum, and a pretty wealthy man if I do say. Now I'm not sure if Mum loved him for his money, but I didn't much care. He was a short guy; being only four foot. He had dark brown hair that hung in a mullet. His glasses he wore had a crack on the left lens, causing him to look like he's winking at you 24/7.

The great thing about Father was he's very laid back. As long as you didn't mess with his cigar, he was fine with whatever you did. He wasn't strict when it came to getting into fights, stealing, going to jail, nothing. You could get away with practically anything around him.

After a few minute of giggling about the ridiculous things I got away with when I was younger, I noticed something.

Everyone in that family had either blonde or brown hair with hazel or green eyes, but me. I had jet black hair with dark sapphire eyes. Both Mum and Father were meisters, yet I was a weapon. I didn't have a facial features or corky personality traits like them either. I stuck out like a sore thumb around them.

The thing was, I looked a lot like the other guy. We were both a ghostly-pale, and black hair. Hell! He even had the sapphire eyes and tiny dimples like I did!

More questions appeared, I groaned as soon as they arrived. I sat up in my bed, throwing my pillow back to its spot.

"I'm not going to get any sleep." I said to myself in the dark room.

I might as well turn the lights on, no point sitting in a pitch black room right?

I put my feet on the ground and went to take my first step to the light switch, when it happened.

Once my foot hit the solid ground and shifted forward, I fell flat on my face. My chin hit the hard wooden flooring first, followed by my nose and the rest of my face. I had slipped on a shirt that I never picked up.

Straight away I remembered Kidd's voice, "Pick up your crap."

Author's Note ~ I Hope You Enjoyed This! I Wanted To Show A Little Bit Of Alina's Past, Since She Is A Big Issue In This Story :) 3