2 Another Lie 1 (2/2)

”That would be my guess as well. Does he still have a yearbook around?”

Abbe took a thinker position as recreated the house in his head. He almost believed there wasn't till he thought back to his dad's kitchen cabinets. ”1996 behind the cookbooks in the top left cabinet.” He replied with a bright smile to which Lilith returned. Neither of them spoke as they bolted down the stairs and looked where Abbe remembered and when they pushed away the cookbooks the yearbook was there plain as day.

Abbe looked at Lilith with reluctant eyes to which she nodded and took the book out for him. They sat on the sofa and flipped through the pages. As they flipped through the pages they found one photo and name scribbled out. From what they could predict that was Abbe's mother. There were a few others who stood out to them but each of them had a reason for them to be crossed out of the list. One had blond hair but no blue eyes, blue eyes but no blond hair, and one who fit the bill but wore braces, headphones, and gla.s.ses. To put a cherry on top they would also define her as ugly or not good looking at best. They thought it might have been her but there was too much noise with the objects to get a clear idea even when placed side by side.

”Your father has gone a long way to hide traces of your mother.”

”There must be more to the story we are missing.”

”Maybe the evil people aren't a lie...” Lilith pondered out loud.

”Let's see if my father always had the same body shape.”

They looked for Abbe's father but found no one with the name Memo, but they did find someone remarkably similar to Memo with the same last name, Morte Curtail.

The two were in disbelief, this temptation had brought down a rabbit hole they saw no end to. A person crossed out, a father with a new name, a past that is a lie. They knew that had gone too deep but they were already too deep to fill the whole back up and forget about it. They would instead continue to dig and see where they ended up.

They brought out their phones and searched the name Morte Curtail and the name of his high school. There were no results which was more freaky than if something had shown up.

”There is someone very powerful blocking everyone from knowing the truth,” Lilith stated.

Abbe just nodded in agreement. The two sat in silence for a long while unsure of where to go now. This was broken when the front door was thrown open and was followed by a shout, ”Morte I thought I told you to burn the book!”

Neither of them replied the house drifted to a deadly silence. Soon another shout followed, ”Morte answer me! Where is the book?”

Their footsteps were loud and in rhythm like a march of a thousand soldiers. The man made his way to the living room where Lilith and Abbe were but only Abbe was still within sight. ”You! Kid! Where is Morte?”

”No one by that name lives here only my father, Memo and myself.” Abbe acted ignorant of the truth.

”You trying to pull a fast one?” The man exclaimed.

”Sir I think you need to calm down,” Abbe suggested walking towards the man.

”You need to start telling the truth! Where is Morte! Or better yet where is the book!” The man bellowed meeting Abbe's stride.

”I. Don't. Know.”

The man didn't hesitate and grabbed Abbe by the neck. ”I'm going to give you one last chance. Where is the book?” The man demanded.

Abbe remained silent. The tension between the two growing by the second. Abbe's eyes were resolute towards his ignorance not showing weakness even towards the idea of death.

Neither of the two were willing to give in and after an extended period of time, neither of them needed to. Lilith couldn't stand the pressure and threw the book at the man.

”Here take it. Let Abbe go.” Tears running down her cheeks.

”It seems you have a good girlfriend.” The man praised before dropping Abbe and picking the book up off the ground. Lilith rushed over and held Abbe in her arms afraid of any injuries done to him.

Walking out he bellowed, ”Forget everything you both know because the fate I will return to you if you look into this again is one worse than death.”

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