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Chapter 15
    You’re a Pyke, darling, not a Connor
    There he was Marcus Pyke, not Connor, and there was one picture of him, and it was my father. Which meant he used to be Marcus Pike, not Connor. But that means he must’ve changed his name, and mom kept the same one.
    Why?
    Your guess is as good as mine.
    There was another picture, way at the bottom, it was of father, my mom, a little Azerien and two little babies that both had their thumbs in their mouths and had the innocent blue eyes opened wide.
    I had a twin.
    Fraternal she may be, but still.
    And what about that male boy mistaking me for her, did he know my mother?
    “Summer?” A voice asked, almost making me jump, but I relaxed when I saw it was America.
    “Hey,” I کہا lightly.
    “Did آپ find anything?”
    “Not really important, just some things about these people, but they don’t really matter.” I hear myself saying.
    America nodded, holding out her hand, “then let’s go, Gregori’s hungry and he won’t shut up.”
    I laughed as I took her hand, and relinquished in the air of security it left me in. My دوستوں could always make me forget the worse things, no matter how horrid it was, and I was super grateful for the distraction.
    I didn’t want to be Zyanna Connor یا Zyanna Pyke at the moment.

    Chapter 16
            I know آپ know
    “Where have آپ been?” Azerien yelled the moment I entered the house. I cringed instantly, his voice was loud and I could detect a faint whiff of alcohol from his breathe.
    “Outside,” I told him calmly, but inside I was shaking.
    “Outside? With your loser friends!”
    I flinched and backed away. “I thought آپ liked them.”
    “Why would I like a bunch of nosy little brats, who don’t know when to butt out!”
    “What are آپ talking about! They haven’t down anything!”
    Azerien shook his head, “next time آپ leave school to go somewhere آپ run it سے طرف کی me.”
    “You don’t control-”
    “You run it سے طرف کی me!” Azerien yelled, grabbing my wrists and cornering me against the wall.
    “You can’t force me too,” I say, my voice sounding small.
    “Then I’ll run it سے طرف کی father.”
    A felt a surge of anger course through me at the mention of father. The liar, the murderer, Mr. Pyke.
    I looked at Azerien levelly in the eye. “You can’t tell me what to do, no matter who آپ go to, یا what آپ threaten me with.”
    With that I managed to get out of his grasp, and I went straight to my room. I locked the door, in case Azerien decided to follow me back, and I went straight to my laptop where I went on a تلاش engine and typed the name Bellaire Pyke again.
    One answer popped up again, but this one had barely any new information to the one I already know. I sighed, where else would she be?
    I mulled over it, and then with a leap of faith I typed in the words Twitter.
    Of course she would have a twitter, I made an irritated noise in my throat as I clicked on the link. It popped me up to her page, and I was pleased it was the Bellaire I was looking for.
    Her tweets were vague, and weird as if she was hinting something. But one tweet in particular caught my eye. It said: have آپ seen him? And there was some kind of a link there I clicked on it and it was a picture of our young dad, Marcus Pyke.
    My دل ached for her, when I thought that she must be going through the same pain I am, but it was because she didn’t have a father not, a mother like me. There were tons of pictures, but I noticed there were no مزید of father, and none of our mother.
    There was only one explanation, our mom didn’t want anything public about her be put out. I started thinking, what if father had changed his last name before he married mom, that way someone would be having a time if they were trying to find them.
    I opened up another tab, and typed in Marcus from Valeston. I crossed my fingers as it loaded. A lot of suggestions popped up, I found out there was a lot of Marcuses from Valeston. I added high from the last word and even مزید suggestions popped up.
    I shook my head vigorously, then I typed in Valeston high…when was father in high school? Ugh! I hate math! He was born in 1970, so add in 14 …1984! Valeston high 1984-1988 (though father got kicked out when he was young).
    A lot popped up, so I typed in kid sets science lab on fire. A few popped up so I clicked on the first link, which happened to be the school website.
    I squinted my eyes as I read the heading: Student Vincent Pyke gets expelled for setting science lab on fire.
    Vincent Pyke
    Vincent!
    Father changed his first and last name!
    I read the little paragraph word for word.
    On February 22nd high school student Vincent Pyke sets our beloved science lab on fire. He swears it was an accident, but someone who doesn’t want to be known tipped us that it had something to do with high school sweetheart Simphonus Zyanna-Bellaire. What exactly? Not sure, all though students are gossiping about a love triangle? No one confirmed it, but we know for sure it was Vincent who sent it on fire. Apparently Vincent has a huge anger issue, and he takes things way too far. So were here to کریں تصدیق that Vincent Pyke has been expelled and is not going to set one foot on this campus ever again.
    Simphonus Zyanna-Bellaire. My mom, who me and my sister were named after, a name that father never changed.
    
    Next morning I tossed and turned and groaned as I raised my hand to turn off my alarm clock. Why do I have to go to school, I ask myself for the umpteenth time. Because it’s your sanctuary, سیکنڈ to church, I thought immediately.
    I grabbed a pair of clothes and threw them on, skipping taking a شاور because I just wanted to get to school.
    However, when I exited my room I came face to face with Azerien who was leaning on the دیوار opposite to my door staring at it, but his gaze soon snapped to mine.He lifted himself up off the wall. “We need to talk.”
    “And I need to go to school,” I blew him a kiss and was about to boot out of there.
    But of course, I never got to as I closed my eyes at his اگلے words.
    “I know آپ know your دوستوں saw father.”