Chapter 2
Standing frozen in my place, I try to figure out what these people want. These people who have claimed to be my family. They had to be mistaken. I've always lived here, lived in Maine with my parents: Allison and Pete Anderson. Not once have I stepped foot in the UK, where they have to live considering the accents.
"Look," I started shortly, "I don't know what you're playing at, but you've got the wrong person."
Narcissa walks towards me, hands outstretched looking for some type of embrace. I couldn't see her face but I'm fairly sure whatever expression she had wouldn't make this situation better.
Instinctively, I took another step back. I'm going to be murdered aren't I?
"We will tell you anything you want to know," she said. "What will it take for you to believe us?"
Does she truly think that whatever she says would make me believe her? For all I know, they could've been watching me for months or years, anything they say could be from that.
"You have a birthmark-" Narcissa starts.
"Real original," I cut her off.
"On your back, right under your left shoulder blade," she continues as if I never interrupted her.
My heart races in fear. "Have you been stalking me? Looking through my windows, have you?"
"No!" the tall blond strongly said. "We are trying to get you to understand."
"You guys better leave, or I'm calling the police!"
Turning to leave, I walk up to the front door. It's the only thing I could think about doing. If the door opens, it'll wake everyone up and send an alert to the police. It's the best I could do in this situation. I had to get away.
"Calypso," a soft voice says. "Please just listen to us."
Something inside of me burns for some sort of recollection towards the voices, for the three people who stood only several feet away. Without listening to my thoughts, my body turns back around.
Even though I could hardly see anything in the pale moonlight, I could feel each one of their eyes on me. There was something familiar about them the longer I stared.
These people don't want to harm me. If they wanted to, wouldn't they have done it already? Even if they are acting very strange at the moment.
"Say you are my real family," I say. "Why would you come looking for me after 18 years?"
"Oh," Narcissa says, walking towards me again. "We had to. We had to hide you for safety."
"Bullshit! You could've found a different way to protect and keep me."
"There is so much you don't understand,” the tall blond spit at me. "You needed protection."
"From what exactly?"
"It's a long story," the other interjected.
"Come back to Wiltshire with us," Narcissa said. "We will explain everything once we get back home. Settled in."
I look up towards my parents bedroom window. I can't just leave, they would notice. All my friends would notice. I have college that will be starting in a couple months. I can't just drop everything in my life and live somewhere I don't know with people I've just met. There are people who will worry about me.
And yet, everything in my heart is telling me that's wrong. I'm a prop to my parents. They use me for PR and that's it. When I'm not of use, they toss me out.
Isn't that what they did too?
Toss me out in hopes of protection? Would I be trading one unloving family for another?
"They don't care," the softer toned one said right in front of me.
Blinking in surprise and taking a step back, I look at the boy. When did he have time to sneak up on me like such? Surely I would've heard him moving, seen something?
"Sure they do," I said, somehow knowing what he was talking about.
His eyes soften. "No, they don't. You know that more than anyone. You're holding onto something that isn't there."
"Am not!"
"Are too! When was the last time your family talked to you?" I open my mouth. "Without it being correlated to a business party." I close my mouth. There are families out there that barely speak a wink and are perfectly happy and adore each other. "Or the last time they wished you a happy birthday?" He put a hand on my shoulder. "Bought you your favorite tea? Looked at you with some form of adoration? Acknowledged your existence?"
Last time I ever heard them say happy birthday was when I was nine, and even then it was on the wrong day of the year.
"Our family," he whispered. "It's far from perfect, you'll see that very soon, but at least we will show you attention. We won’t neglect you and won’t use you for political gain."
Looking to the ground, I realized he was… right.
"That's probably why our parents had Dobby drop you off here," he laughed.
"Who's Dobby?" I ask.
"Was our house elf.”
"House elf?"
"Long story."
"Yes, as you all keep telling me. Will I meet Dobby?"
"No, he's dead."
"Dead?"
"Knock it off you two!" the man calls. "Bloody hell, we have a plane to catch! Are you coming, Calypso?"
Do I believe these people? They randomly show up, telling me that I'm their daughter which they had to give up. They have no proof that I'm their real child and yet there's a part of me that believes every word they say.
I look into my supposed brother's eyes. He looks like he is used to these sort of outbursts from his father but didn't seem to care at the moment.
“I’m coming,” I whisper.
I found myself in my bedroom packing a bag for my new life. Grabbing my necklace that I've had since I could remember; a green butterfly that hung from a black chain.