THIS BOOK NEEDS TO BE EDITED !
Living in a hell hole with her abusive foster parents and older brother is all she knows. Magnolia Cambell's body is covered in scars of her past and her present, as she tries to fight her way through life. She thinks...
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What did he just say ? I'm not sure I heard him well.
I stand behind the bar, my mouth hanging wide open and I am sure I look like a psychopath with my huge green eyes that just stared at my supposedly "brother", like he called himself. This can't be. He is messing with me, because I don't have a brother. The only family I had is dead and he somehow knows it. But how ?
He is messing with me. Probably one of Nick's friend who was send to hurt me once again. Just then... I start laughing hysterically. I am going mad. My whole body is aching as I try to stop myself from laughing, clutching hardly onto my stomach to the point where tears start to form in my eyes.
I feel his cold stare on me and suddenly, I remember where I am which makes the laugher die down quickly. He is messing with me...
I stare at the guy in front of me, a glimpse of hope passing through his green eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but not a word comes out, so I close it again.
I can't believe it. This man is telling me he is my brother. Yet I don't have any. Right ? But why do I have this strange feeling of familiarity around his presence ? My feelings are just all over the place right now, I feel so overwhelmed that I might actually pass out. First the traumatic event from yesterday and now this ?
I stared intensely at him, digging my eyes in him to try and find any proof of lie, but I am left empty handed. Just then, suddenly a picture of him comes in the back of my mind. My younger self playing outside a big garden with someone that looks like him, but in younger too. We are screaming and laughing without a single worry in the world, as we throw balls at each other.
I wander off, as I let myself being dragged into the unknown memory, I have yet to explore.
"Ethan." I mumble this single name without thinking, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It takes me and him completely off guard. I watch as his intense stare immediately soften and a small smile forms on his stern face.
"You remember" He states and I shrug, because I don't really remember anything else than this short memory. So I am not wrong, his name really is Ethan. How is that possible ? It feels like deep down I know him, but something keeps it locked away for me to reach it, like a barrier was built around his identity and maybe something even bigger.
We look at each other for a few seconds, both trying to figure out what we should say. I am scared to be honest, what if this guy isn't my brother and he made this whole story up just to get to me and hurt me. I can't trust him.
"Fucking hell Magnolia...we thought you were dead" he finally breaths out, breaking the silence between us as he walks around the bar I was hiding behind to bring me into a hug. Well he tried to take me in his arms, but I flinched and backed away as far away from him as possible. It was just pure instinct, but the broken look that washed over his face for just a second, left me guilty.
