"I can't have a brother."
"I don't remember you being mentioned either."
Ray and I spoke back and forth to each other in a quick pace as though it was a pacer test and continually read each other's minds. As he mentioned one this, I would mention the other, and vise versa.
"Weren't you an orphan?"
"I thought I ran away?"
Kyle sat on one of the arm chairs in the living room and watched us in silence with hands in his lap. He hasn't said a word and seem to be waiting for me to somehow remember him. But, the thing is, I can't. I never remember having a sibling. So him saying that I was his sister scared the hell out of me.
"I just, ugh, I can't think!" I finally state as I fall on the sofa again and hold my head in my hands.
"How do you know she's your sister? Do you have proof?" Ray asks Kyle with a frown.
"Oh, uh, y-yes." He stutters. Then pulls out a picture from his backpack. "This is the last picture I have of Krisia when she was younger." Handing the photo to Ray, I watched his expression change from upset, confused, then to suprised.
Walking over to the hallway, Ray comes back with one of the framed photos. It was one of the first pictures that was taken of the both of us hanging out together. Maybe even one of the oldest. Looking at the resemblance of our faces, I sat in shock as I looked at the matching expressions from when I was younger.
Getting a better look of the picture, I saw that there was a little me on a swing with a boy just a few years older than me, who looks to be pushing me. I had my hair braided in pigtails and wore a cute summer dress. The boy was wearing some shorts with a muscle tee and had dark blond hair. Taking a closer look, I found some kind of resemblance of this little kid to the guy who was sitting in front of us.
The two of us stared at each other for a long moment before I finally spoke to him.
"Why did they abandon me?"
"Krisia," Ray starts, but I don't let him finish.
"If he is my brother, I want to know why my parents got rid of me. He's the only one who would know." I look Ray in the eye, showing how serious I was about knowing about my past. "Can you please tell me." I beg.
Kyle opens his mouth but nothing comes out. I began to furrow my brows, feeling as though it would be a tough subject.
"Our parents-" He begins, "they weren't exactly type for a family." I look at him in confusion. "It's true, they did abandon you. We went on this road trip supposedly and when we stopped at a rest stop, you got out of the car and they didn't even bother to check to see if you came back. But we left and," Kyle looks up at me and shook his head.
He runs his fingers through his hair and combs it back.
"They never reported you missing. It was summer break so no one from school knew that you were missing. But, no matter how much I reminded them, they would just shrug the thought off." Kyle leans back in the chair and sinks down into it. "I took as much as I could when I finally became 18. I was sick and tired of living with those people. A mother without children instincts and a father with no protection. There were times when they would be gone for days and when they come home, they act as though I never existed. You don't exist to them. No matter how much proof I showed them that you were born in the family."
I felt a lump in my throat as I listened to my older brother. It was making so much sense now and I felt like I was gonna break down in tears.
"What about you?" I choke up. "Were there times when I didn't exist to you?"
"No. I didn't forget about you. But after graduating high school, that was when I knew I would be able to have the time to find you. Every night, for three years, I would go back to where we left you and find places that maybe you would have gone. Took me three years to trace you here in Clearwater."
"What about our parents? Did you tell them?" I continue.
"Why try to convince them? I practically grew you up myself, and they tried to convince me that you weren't real. I was too old to believe anything that they told me. So I excluded them in this entire search."
A tear finally falls out from the corner of my eye and I shut my eyes tightly before feeling Ray's gently touch on my back.
"Krisia," I stood up as he calls my name and made my way up the stairs in silence.
Shutting myself in my room, I fall onto my bed and bury my face into my pillow.
As much as I hated crying, I had to let it out.
Even if it was the only way I would be able to go to sleep.