Separated at birth

Harry looked at me with intensity in his eyes, “I don’t know why you’re here, or who you are. I don’t know if you’re telling me the truth, or if it’s a pack of lies. But I do know for the first time in my life, I feel complete. I feel like I’ve finally found you Marty, this is crazy and I know it is. But it’s true. You could be my twin like you say, or you could be another person, but whatever it is I don’t feel empty anymore.”

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4. Chapter 4

Marty’s POV

What would be the easiest way to get there? I didn’t care how, whatever was quickest worked for me. I went up to the lady sitting at the counter, she looked kind of scary. Her eyes fell on me as I stood in front of her.

“How may I help you?” she asked in a lifeless tone.

“I need a ticket to Holms Chapel.”

“I can’t get you a ticket for that, but I can for Cheshire.”

“Where is that?” I asked.

She giggled “I don’t suppose you know where Holms Chapel is?”

I shook my head.

“It’s in Cheshire love.”

“Oh” I blushed looking down at the floor.

“If you don’t mind me asking, if you don’t know where it is then why are you going?”

“I need to find someone” I admitted.

“They must be pretty important huh?”

I nodded, not quite sure of the answer.

“Return?”

“No” I said confidently.

“Is it a boy?”

I was starting to get annoyed at her curiosity in my business.

“No” I said bluntly.

She instantly backed off printing out my ticket.

“£45.”

“I’m sorry how much?” I shrieked.

“It’s almost 5 hours away, you will need to change train on numerous occasions.”

I handed her Lily’s card unwillingly. She processed it in the machine, with the help of me typing in the correct pin before she handed it back to me.

“Have a safe journey” she smiled.

“Thanks” I muttered going to the correct train.

I’ve never been on a train by myself before. That was always something which annoyed me about my parents, or should I say adopted parents, who knows. They would be way too overprotective. It didn’t matter what age I was they wouldn’t let me travel anywhere by myself, afraid I would never come back. Maybe they thought I knew and was going to search for my real parents.

I walked through the train picking out the perfect seat to sit on. I sat down in the corner of the train opposite a girl who could possibly be my age. She looked up at me clearly annoyed to be disturbed. For a second I thought she would move away, but after a long stare in my direction she focused on the book she was reading.

The crisps I had brought earlier fell to the floor. The girl raised her eyebrow as I smiled weakly at her and picked up the packet. I opened it up taking a bite of one of the crisps. The salt and vinegar melted on my tongue, the crunch ringing in my ears. When was the last time I ate? Did the hospital even feed me? You were unconscious… my conscious sniggered. I really should have thought this through properly, maybe have come more prepared.

I jumped when I heard a guys voice next to me. I looked over at him. He was pale with dark wavy hair and blue eyes. His eyes met mine for a short second before a smile spread across his face. I instantly looked away from him, the girl continued to stare at me.

“Have you got a problem with me?” I asked agitated.

She stayed quiet for a moment before answering “I’m sorry, I was just looking” she shrugged.

I sighed.

My body jolted at a thud from the end of the train.

“Why are you so jumpy?”

“I’m not” I said defensively.

She thumped her foot on the floor startling me.

“Yes you are.”

“So what if I am?”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry what is it to you?”

“Curious” she shrugged.

“Well it’s none of your business” I said coldly.

“Okay” she held her book higher blocking my view of her.

What the hell is her problem?

The guy from earlier sat down next to the girl and looked at me. His arms crossed over each other, his foot lent on the seat next to me. I shifted in my seat feeling uncomfortable under his glare. The girl next to him continued to read her book unaware of his presence. Her dirty blonde hair highlighted by the sun.

“Hi” the guy said confidently.

I simply smiled trying to avoid the confrontation.

“I’m Pete, who might you be?”

Why is everyone so curious to know my personal details?

“Marty” I said timidly.

The girls head shot up scowling at me.

“Such a beautiful name” he smiled wickedly.

I nodded looking away from him.

“So Marty, are we going to check out the end of the train?” the girl said to me.

I looked at her confused. She pulled a face and nodded towards Pete.

My eyes widened “oh yeah, come on” I got up moving away from him.

She pulled me to the other end of the train.

“I honestly thought he was going to rape you for a second” she tried to catch her breath.

A shiver ran down my spine, the guy seemed nice?

“So do I get to know something about you?”

“Why?”

“Well you know for saving your ass?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Why are you so jumpy?”

“Can I maybe have an easier question?”

“Mm no” she smiled.

I sighed “I don’t really know.”

“Really?”

I nodded “it’s been a hectic week to say the least.”

She sympathized and stayed quiet leaving me with my thoughts.

One week ago everything was fine. I was happy, so were my mum and dad. Adopted mum and dad, my conscious reminded me. I was even counting down the days for my birthday. 17 was going to be a good age, I saw it as an escape route. Not from my family but from life. I thought maybe when I was able to drive I could go on adventures. I know how stupid, but I wished for that. Now I’m 17 and I’ve gotten what I've always wanted, I’m traveling by myself without my parents displeasing eye or snide comments.

“I’m Kalli by the way” she smiled.

“Nice to meet you” I held out my hand for her to shake. She laughed shaking my hand.

“So where are you off to?”

“London” I lied.

“Me too” she said cheerily.

Oh shit, “did I say London? I meant Birmingham.”

“Oh easy mistake” she rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry I just don’t want anyone to know where I’m going.”

“Why not?”

“Because people can’t know where I am, they will take me away.”

“Are you in some kind of trouble? I mean I know people, people who can help you.”

 “Not exactly,” please stop talking Marty.

“Well what then?”

“Please can you drop it?”

“Fine” she huffed.

I rested my head on the window throughout the remainder of the journey. My arms wrapped around my knees. To think after this journey has ended I will find my parents. I will find out what really happened and who I am. 

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