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CHAPTER 21 - ANSWERS

"Don't just leave me!" I yelled "Whats your name? and what do you plan on doing with me? Seriously! Whats with you kidnappers? You spend days trying to kidnap someone and when you have them you just leave them in a room and disappear."

He looked at me with a smirk on his face. 

"Questions, questions," he said pacing around me. "I can answer them all for you. Is that what you want?" 

I glared at him before giving him a stiff nod. 

"Okay," he said. He turned to the doorway and said a few words in french before a guy appeared with two chairs. His face was covered with a mask and his eyes were the only features to be shown. 

He had mysterious greyish kind of eyes which were actually quite gorgeous and he was dressed in black with a red flame on his glove.

Great Skye. Now your stalkers assistants are beautiful.

"Have a seat," he said pushing a chair towards me while he sat down on his own. The other guy walked out the door after glancing back at me one last time. 

"So," my step brother said. "Hit me."

"Like literally?" I asked faking a smile. "Because I would so love to do that."

He glared at me before resting his elbows on his knees. 

"Do I need to remind you where you are and what I can do to you?" He said in a tone that sent shivers down my spine.

I folded my arms and leaned back in my chair.

"I thought so," he said doing the same. "Now, are you going to interrogate me or should I leave?"

"whats your name?"

"Lawrence," he said. "Lawrence Anderson."

My eyes widened. I knew it. 

"You're my dads son?"

"First born. Don't think you're all special."

I glared at him but ignored his arrogance and stuck to my motive. Finding out about my dad.

"So you knew him?" I asked hoping I could get some details.

He sighed before answering. 

"I have nothing against you Skylar." Oh. My. Gosh. He actually sounded....soft. 

"I am your brother after all. Well, half brother."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Revenge."

"For what?"

"Look," he said his tone becoming cold again. "James got my mother pregnant, had me and couldn't handle the stress with money and a kid. So he moved to London, abandoning my mother and I when I was 5. 4 years later, my mom and I moved to London in search of James and when we did find him, he was in a park with a woman and a little girl. That little girl was you."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. 

My father was an ass. I actually felt sorry for Lawrence. 

"My mother was heart broken. We stayed in London for about 3 years where my mother got married and had another son, then moved back to Paris. Everything was fine until 7 years later, James moved back to Paris because he got a job offer. My mom bumped into him one day and obviously, he wanted her back. My mother told him that she re-married and had a son. James couldn't take it. He was furious. So he found out everything about my step dad and killed him."

My father was a murderer?

"What?" I asked in disbelief. "No, he couldn't have. My father is not a-"

"He is!" Lawrence snapped at me. "He did it. Accept it. Shutup and listen."

He sighed in frustration before continuing. 

"The only person that knew about this was me. My mom thought he died in an accident. So taking this opportunity, James made his way back into our lives and makes it worse. Everyday, my mother went through hell. He beat her everyday. He came home drunk and would take his anger and frusration out on us. We never knew why he did it, until one night he came home wasted as fuck, and told us everything. He told us that he was angry because your mother was seeing someone else."

His voice cracked at the end but he cleared his throat and looked up at me. 

"Is that true?"

I nodded. "My mother, she was seeing George. And thats when my da- James left."

"I know, its really a shame to call him your father isn't it?" He asked. "The next day," he said continuing. "I came home and found my mother lying dead in the living room."

My eyes widened at he said this. I felt something wet on my hand and looked down to notice that I had let a few tears escape. 

Maybe it was all the frustration and anger towards my father. And it was also because Lawrence was hurt and broken. 

"My brother was leaning over her lifeless body and bawling his eyes out. When I asked him what happened, he told me that James took all his anger out on her, took all our money and left. I don't know where he went. But I was going to find out. I got a job and worked hard along with my brother. We moved to London, thinking he'd be here, but after two years of searching, we couldn't find him anywhere. Then one day, I got a job as a construction designer. I was one of those people that just helped around here and there. Small work. I walked past my boss' office and saw another man in there. It was George. They were talking about some business contract deal thing and he had to go for a month. He left his office and made his way into his car. I followed him and saw you sitting in the front seat talking on the phone. I recognized you instantly. And thats when I decided to do all of this. Really, it wouldve been easy if you had just kept your friends out of this."

"Really?" I asked. "There are other ways to deal with this. I know you're broken and hurt but kidnapping me? Where did that get you? As far as I know, James hasn't said a word to me or to my mother ever since he left for Paris. How did you know that kidnapping me would get you your answers?"

"I found out where he is," He said leaning back in his chair. 

I leaned forward, eager for an answer. 

"Where is he?" 

"Here, I was right. He did move here. And he's been following your mom around," he said. 

Following us?

"why?"

"To obviously get back together with her. I contacted the police telling them that I lost my Uncle James Anderson. They tracked him down for me and he was always close to us. Just in hiding. I've got his phone number and everything."

"And what are you going to do huh?" I asked him. "Are you going to let me go? Are you going to kill him?"

"I will let you go after everything is finished," He said. "And to answer your other question, yes, I'm going to kill him."

He's not serious. 

Nope, he's serious as fuck.

"Guess who my step brother is."

Random. 

I honestly couldn't care less.

I looked at him confused. 

"How the hell should I know?"

"Alright I'll give you a few clues," he said smirking at me. "Clue one, you know him."

He looked at me as if wanting me to spill a few names out. 

"Nothing?" he asked in disbelief. "Alright, clue two. He walked in a few minutes ago and handed us these chairs."

"He had a mask on," I snapped.

"Right," He said dragging the word. "Clue three."

He got up and walked to the door. 

"You're dating him."

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