The UnKnown (A Novel)

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chance because we would be living in the same town. When I reached the exit to take her home, my stomach did a flip flop. I wanted her to know I was here and hoped that she would call me. I finally pulled onto Rodgers Street and saw the row of well-manicured lawns and house after house of similar style. They all looked the same except for the different colored trim. It didn’t bother me much because this was the kind of neighborhood I imagined myself in. I pulled into the driveway of 12032 Rodgers Avenue, put the car in park and shut off the engine.
    “We are here.” Misty just sat in the car. She didn’t say a word or even move for that matter.
    “I’m scared, Drake. What if she doesn’t want me?” I unbuckled my seatbelt and fixed a piece of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear again.
    “She will want you, Peaches, just like I want you.” Misty arched her neck as an invitation to kiss it.
    “Don’t do that. I’ll take you from this place and make you mine.” I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply, softly. The kiss deepened with desire and passion. “It will be ok,” I said breathless. “I’m not going anywhere my love.”
    “I know,” she said as she broke away from me and got out of the car. I got out as well and met her at the side of the car.
    “You have my number. Please call me. I’ll be waiting.” I grabbed her bag and handed it to her.
    “Thank you for everything, Drake. I will never forget it.” I watched her walk up the cemented walkway and ring the doorbell. For some reason, I felt like that was a goodbye. All I could do now was wait.

Chapter 9
     
    Misty
     
    Drake was such a comfort to me. I never thought I could find that in my life. I just hoped that he wouldn’t hurt me. I felt like I was saying goodbye to him when I left him at the truck. I felt his eyes on the back of my neck as I walked up to my aunt’s house. The house was beautiful to look at. It was made of red brick and whitewashed walls. As I moved closer to the door I saw potted plants running alongside the trim of the house. When I was in the foster home I used to imagine my aunt bringing me to a home like this. I stuck my finger out and rang the doorbell. My stomach did a flip flop as I waited for her to answer. I waved at Drake as he sat in his truck waiting for me to enter my new home. I heard some commotion before the door swung open. A mirror image of my mother stood in front of me. The resemblance was uncanny.
    The next thing I knew I was waking up on the sofa in some room and my mom was looking down on me. No, no, my mother was dead. I shot straight up and looked around the heavily decorated room. There were pictures of my aunt’s family hanging above the fireplace. There was a man who I was assuming was her husband and two kids that could easily have been my brother and sister.
    “What happened?” I couldn’t believe that my aunt looked this much like my mother. I looked over to my right and Drake was standing there. What was he doing here?
    “You passed out as soon as I opened the door. I’m not sure what’s going on, but this young man carried you in. Are you ok?” My head was throbbing. I must have hit it again.
    “I’m ok, you just have a striking resemblance to my mother. I thought for a moment I was seeing her.” My aunt looked at me in total and utter shock.
    “Oh honey, I’m sorry. You must have forgotten. I should have known better. Your mother and I are identical twins. We pretty much look the same in every way.” How could I have forgotten something like that? I didn’t know if I could be around her but looking at her brought so much comfort to me.
    “I don’t know how I forgot that. You just….,” my thoughts trailed off. I reached out and touched her face to make sure she was real. “You just remind me of her. That’s all. I miss her so much.”
    “I do too, Misty. I should have never let you go. I was at my wits end. I had no job and no means of taking care of you.

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