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Unnoticed: Part III
I couldn’t stand looking at him. I turned my face away but he gently turned it back to look at him. I tried to break away from his hands but he eventually got me to view him.
“Shhh…” He tried to calm me down. As if him pretending to care would help my nerves settle. “Remember your now rich relative that you haven’t spoken to in years?”
No. No, it couldn’t be. We fought a large number of times but no. Not him.
“Yes. Remember Daniel?” He laid he head on the side of my face caressing my opposite cheek. “You put your little brother through hell growing up didn’t you?”
I couldn’t move. I was too distressed about this whole situation. My parents are no longer alive and my own brother was the mind behind this whole matter.
“You should answer now my dear Francine.” Only one person called me by that term but I was still denying the possibility of him being that man. “Well, what are you thinking?”
“I love my brother,” I cried. “I know I wasn’t the best older sister but I-“
“But what Francine?” He pushed my head away again. “He told me about all the times you managed to get him in trouble as kids. That was just the start of it.” I closed my eyes. I pictured my brother and I as children. Daniel who is my four year younger sibling with the gentle angelic face and light green eyes and dark blonde hair,-when I last saw him he was broad shouldered, extremely handsome and irresistible to women-my baby brother.
“Not only was he constantly getting blamed for both minor and major situations, he felt because of you, your parents were never proud of him.”
That’s not true! I screamed in my head.
“No matter what he did, you were the one recognized. You were placed on a high pedestal. Even when he became C.E.O. of his multi-million dollar company you were the one noticed. And for what? For being a fucking fashion stylist. He was twenty-three when he became a multi-millionare. In my opinion, his accomplishments are just a tad better than yours.”
I tried to get a hold of myself. But I lost total control. “Please let me go.” I insisted. “I won’t tell anybody what he’s done. I haven’t talked to him in three years so it won’t be difficult to keep my mouth shut.” I’m lying of course. If I get out of here, I’m going straight to the police.
He tisked at me. “It’s a little too late Francine to make up for the last twenty-five years. By the way, he wants to see you.”