Chapter 1

She has little or no memory of her childhood. She knew she had a twin. Most official records said that she was the only child to her single mother Melissa Wisecarver. But she had a few memories of living with a brother when she was very young.

Christine Wisecarver thought she was happy. She had lived a good life until around a year ago. She began having vicious nightmares of a little boy. IN her dreams the boy was very sad and afraid. His face was usually bruised and he was shaking. That was her brother and she needed to find out more about him. Her flashbacks of this boy started in more intensity lately and that was why she was searching though the state records of her family looking for anything she could.

She had been there since six pm. She had patience and she was resourceful. She had to be, leaving home at nineteen, putting herself though college without her mothers help. She seemed to be happy when she told her mother she wanted to get a degree in cosmetology. Her mother said that was wonderful and as she made cosmetology her career, she got ever more popular as a cosmetologist. Eventually she became a adviser to large companies like Revlon and Cover Girl. She appeared on big magazines like Cosmopolitan and Seventeen. She made millions and it all came crashing down about a year ago with the vivid flashbacks about the young boy. She took a leave from her work when the flashbacks started and went into therapy. It was later she resolved to figure it all out. The first question was who was the boy?

She had found the first piece of this puzzle. She had found it searching though old news papers. He looked like he was around twelve and he looked exactly like he did in her vivid memories. He was standing there beside her mother, smiling widely. The article said he was a Thomas ally Wisecarver, twelve. He was a gymnast and had won first place in the steel rings. That was his favorite thing. He was also skilled in the high bars and floor.

Strange, the Article says he was the only son to Melissa Wisecarver. How could that be? Weren’t they twins? If he was Melissa’s only child, what did that mean for Christine? She refused to believe what she was seeing on the monitor. The room was darkened with just a lamp lighting up her work area in the library. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head. “We are twins, damn you!” She whispered in defiance. “I just know it!”

She shut her eyes tight trying to shake off the memories. She could see the young boy shivering in the corner of the old hallway of their house. He was curled in a fetal position, wicked dark bruises on his small back. Their mother hovering over the boy with a angry hateful expression on her face, and in her hand she was holding a black baton. The boy had already been beaten he was crying at her to stop hurting him.

But, she didn’t stop. It seemed like she hated that little boy even though he tried his hardest to please her. She looked though the towns old papers and he won competition after competition. Christine remembered that her brother tried his hardest to please his mother but she just hated him.

She searched though articles for a few more hours until she was tried. She rubbed her eyes feeling like she needed some serious sleep. She clicked for one more paper and read it. That’s when she came across one more article that about knocked her from her seat. “Boy 12 Thomas killed in Fire. Their home burnt down. “

She read though the article. Apparently her family home burnt down in a fire and the boy died during it. Then her mother moved. She shut her eyes as more new memories flooded her mind. She remember that the boy did not die in a fire. He died, she was sure of that much. But she remembers that her brother died before the fire. She remembered their last day in that house. Their mother was very upset at something her brother did. She started beating the boy with her baton. He cried out for mercy but she was enraged and beat him until he was bloody. His body stopped moving but she wouldn’t stop striking him. The blows rained down and then she turned to him and said, “Thomas is dead and if you don’t stop trying to get away from me you will die too. The boy is dead . You don’t have a brother and no one can help you. YOU ARE CHRISTINE get it. “ She snarled at me. “Now we have to go. Thomas will die in the fire. You must hide until we can get away. “

I had to help her douse the area with some kind of flammable and then she made me hide while she set a spark. I do not know how she got away with it. How the firemen or their special fire investigators didn’t figure it out. Or how she got it past the police that the boy was beaten before the fire burnt him. But not she knew the truth about what happened to her brother. She just had to find proof.

Authors Note:
This is the first part in a long series I have planed. I know it was too short but I need to figure out where to go from here. And sense this was just the start, I wasnt sure what tags to include. They will apply later