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Chapter 14- Oliver
Chapter 14- Oliver's POV
It's Wednesday morning and I'm sitting in my room, catching up on some homework.
I had the weirdest dream last night...
It was just like the one I had when I was unconscious. I was in a dark room, with no one but Bea.
But this time, she actually had a chance to talk to me.
She said, "Look in your parent's room... in the closet... there you will find it..."
"Find what?" I asked.
"The answer to the secret... about... your brother..."
"I don't have a brother! What are you talking about Bea?"
"Your brother..." was the last thing she said, then she disappeared. Not really disappeared. More
like faded. Her blue light was fading even more when she spoke.
When I finished my homework, I went downstairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning, sweetie. How did you sleep last night?" Grandma Mae asked.
"Good I guess. I had a weird dream though."
"What was it about?"
"It was Bea. And she told me I had to find out the secret, and that I have a brother."
Then, Grandma started acting weird. "Oh that's nonsense. You never had a brother, you're an only
child." she got up and started washing dishes that she'd obviously just washed.
"Do you think I could go see my old house, Grandma? You know, just to get some good memories
"There are no good memories in that house Oliver. I don't want you anywhere near it, you hear me?"
she glared at me with her wet towel dripping from her hand.
"Yes, Grandma Mae."
"Good boy. Now go off to school before you're late."
After school, Ryan walked home with me. We told Audrey and Daisy they needed to be nicer to each
other or we'd stop talking to them so we left them at school to go uptown and bond. I don't think
this idea is going to work very well but it's worth a shot.
"Hey Ryan, can Ellie drive?" I asked him as we walked down the sidewalk towards my house.
"Nah, she's too stupid to know that red means stop and green means go. Derrick can though. He's
I laughed, "Okay. Do you think he could drive us to my old house?"
Ryan stopped. Frozen. "Why would you want to go back?" he asked wearily.
I told him about my dream. How I saw Bea. About this mysterious secret about my mother and how I
have a brother apparently.
"I don't know, Ollie... I think you'll regret it, dude."
"I don't think so. If I have a brother, I want to know about him. Wouldn't you?"
"Not really. I already have too many and I'm pretty sure Caleb's gay."
I laughed. "Maybe. But what about Bea? Don't you want to know where she is? How she is?"
He was silent. "Of course," he whispered softly. "I always worry about her... I miss her,
"I know Ryan. If we go back to my old house, where so many things have happened, then we might be
able to find out what happened to Bea..."
He sighed. "Okay. But only 'cause I wanna know what happened to her."
We walked home in silence.
A few days later, on Saturday night, Ryan was sleeping over again as usual. It all went as it does
normally. We ate pizza, watched TV, played video games, and goofed off. But this night, was
At two in the morning, when Grandma Mae was asleep, we snuck out and went down to the park.
"Do you think he'll show up?" I asked Ryan nervously.
"Yeah I guess. I told him we were gunna go steal crap. He loves stealing things."
We waited silently on the park bench for another half hour or so. Finally, the lazy ass decided to
show up. He drove his beat up Toyota up to the curb and rolled down the window. Ellie was in the
passenger seat next to him.
"Hey! What's Ellie doing here?" Ryan asked.
"We just got back from the movies. She wouldn't get out of the car. Sorry for the smell by the way.
We just fucked." Derrick replied nonchalantly.
Ellie smacked his arm. "Don't tell my baby brother that!" She turned to look at us, embarrassed.
Ellie had wavy blonde hair that went down to her chest and a perfect round face. She looked like a
Barbie doll. Ellie and Caleb were the only two kids in Ryan's family who didn't have brown eyes.
Caleb's were green and Ellie's were blue. She always wore way too much make up which made her look
even more plastic and Barbie-like. Her long legs were barely covered by a mini skirt every time I've
seen her so I'm guessing that's what she wears every day.
Ryan and I climbed into the back seat of the beat up old car and rolled down the windows as far as
they would go. It took us twenty minutes to get to my old house and it looked the same as it used
It was only a small house, because I didn't have a big family. Luckily, the front door was unlocked
so I walked right in. The kitchen and living room were on the bottom floor. I walked into the
kitchen first. It's yellow walls were peeling and everything was covered in dust. I decided to look
around, to remember it, to take it all in. I remembered how, at dinner, my mom would call me and my
dad from the living room to eat. We would be watching something silly like Spongebob and wouldn't
want to leave. Eventually, we would have to. When we did leave the living room, we would all sit
around a small table in the corner of the kitchen. Mom would lay out all the food she'd prepared and
dinner was served. We'd all eat and talk and laugh... I remember those days. The happy days. When
life was only about which episode of Spongebob I was missing and what we would eat for dinner
Then I came back to reality. I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. At the top of the
stairs, I took a left into my old room, from when I was eight. It still looked exactly the same. The
same pale blue walls, the same tiny bed that Dad had said was going to be replaced by a bigger one
but never was, the same toys thrown all over the place... I walked over to my old bed and sat down.
I tried not to cry. I leaned over and picked up my red Power Ranger off the floor and pressed the
"Power Rangers, GO!" It said and startled me. I smiled. I remember playing with that toy day and
night, so many different adventures, so many stories...
Then I looked at my night stand and immediately broke down crying. There, stand up in its frame,
was a picture of me and my mom. We looked so happy together. It was at the zoo, in front of the
monkeys- they were my favorite. I just loved the noise they made. I cried more, remembering that
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