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The Illusion of Secrecy	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: S through Z > Thirteen Ghosts Views: 1993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elizabeth was in pain; her breaths were becoming shorter, her side was aching and her lungs burning—the most annoying thing was the shrill whistling that was constantly filling her ears and messing up what little concentration she had left. Her goal was blurry and too far away to even contemplate at the moment, her heart was beating ninety miles a minute; she felt like she was dying. Yelling replaced the whistle now and only made it worse on the teen. After what felt like hours, she finally reached her goal and collapsed on the hard, burning hot asphalt, taking deep breaths as her gym coach continued his rant.
She didn't see why he was so pissed, it wasn't like she signed herself up for the half mile race she was practicing for; if she had her way about it, she wouldn't even be in this class. Gym and Elizabeth Marks didn't mix well; in fact, physical work and she didn't mix well. "Get up and try it again, Marks," the coach growls, bringing his whistle to his lips. Elizabeth groans, but gets to her feet nonetheless. Her case worker would kill her if she ended up getting detention for not listening to her elders. The whistle blows and she starts running, wishing she were anywhere else but there. Why couldn't she have taken art or some other blow off class?
Because you're a Marks and these people don't like your family, she thinks snidely to herself. Most of the relatives in her family were known trouble makers and drug abusers, but her parents had raised her to be polite; not to mention the fact that they told her that if she even thought of using drugs or drinking they'd beat her ass and whoever put the thought in her head. Her parents weren't child abusers, but in a small town like this one, people still believed that spanking kids, no matter what age, was alright and she agreed. Too bad her parents died three years ago and no one else in her family qualified to take her in which lead to people thinking of her as the weird orphan from the drug family.
No matter how hard she tried to prove to the people of Davenport that she wasn't like most of her family they still treated her with caution and arrogance. They thought they were better than her, but the way she saw it they lived here too, so they weren't much better off. Elizabeth winces as a migraine starts, the second that day because she'd forgotten her glasses at home. The wire-framed glasses did her better than some believed them to and she missed them dearly right now. Sucking in a deep breath, she tries to speed up at least a little bit to shut up her coach; the third one this year.
Her gym class was particularly good at making coaches they didn't like run for the hills, but coach Aaron didn't seem to be going anywhere for a good while—unless her cousin framed him with some pot. She smiles at the thought of Coach Aaron getting put in the back of a police car, his face beet red and the little vein in his forehead sticking out and twitching. Gods, how she'd love to actually see that happen, but she wouldn't dare inform her cousin of the idea. "If you're in such a good mood surely you can speed up," Aaron shouts from his spot on the bleachers, chugging down some cold Gatorade.
She says nothing and speeds up a bit much to her lungs' protests that she do otherwise. When she finally reached the chalk line drew on the track she stops, hands on her knees and panting for breath. She was definitely going to lose some serious weight by the time the year was over with; something she would be proud of when it actually happened. "Jog back to the gym and get ready for your next class." I nod, jogging until I was well out of his sight and then slowing to a walk.
She never noticed that there was someone watching her, too busy silently cursing at the teacher she'd left behind. His brown eyes glint with triumph; after years of searching, Cyrus had finally found the girl he was looking for. The seventeen-year-old wasn't very attractive, he'd admit; her blond hair was in a bun as usual, and she was dressed in a pair of loose shorts and an oversized T-shirt that said 'My guardian angel wears a trench coat' in bold white letters.
She might be easier to look at once she's lost some weight and tried to look presentable and not like someone who just crawled out of the gutter. She had a power in her though, her entire family did, but she was at the age that was ripe for corruption; it helped she was gullible and innocent to most of the ways of the world. Yes, she would do nicely until he no longer needed her—after all, she wouldn't be missed by many.
/*/Elizabeth/*/
I take my seat at the last row of tables in the chemistry classroom, putting my chem book, binder and library book down on the space in front of me. My face was still tinted red from my earlier exertion and it made one of my best friends have to stifle a giggle. I glare at the brunette, holding up a finger that most would call rude and disrespectful. "I take it gym went well," my friend, Diana, asks with a grin, pushing my hand down.
"Well, Aaron didn't threaten to have me filleted alive today, so yeah," I nod with my own grin, wondering where the science teacher was; Cook was often late, but never quite this late. I clear my throat, taking a long drink from my water bottle before putting it beside my chair again. "Anyway, how was Computer Science II—more importantly, was Richardson in a bad mood again?" Diana shrugs, cool blue eyes surveying the room.
"She wasn't too bad today, must've gotten a coffee fix or something." Or something alright; she might be buying a costly little something from my cousin. "Anyway, have you heard the latest basketball gossip?" I shake my head, steeling myself for the inevitable wave of so-called 'news' that was about to hit me. "Apparently Jade and a sub got caught in the middle of the frickle frackle and he got fired, but here's the best part, she's pregnant and her parents are trying to sue the sub." Damn, even in small towns we've got our share of desperate whores. With a soft laugh, I open my chem book and begin to look over last night's homework for any mistakes before Cook came in and picked it up. "You actually did your homework last night?"
"Yep, Davey said that he'd give me a later curfew if I passed chemistry with a B." Davey is my case worker, an awesome guy for the most part, but a real hard ass when it comes to school. Diana nods, pulling out her worksheet and frowning down at it; she was great when it came to the math part, but hopeless when it came to the periodic table. "One should be aluminum." She tilts her head to the side, scribbling it down just as Cook walked into the room, slamming the door behind him as he always does to get the class' attention. I slide my worksheet in front of me for Cook to pick it up, absently chewing on my pen cap. Diane continues to scramble to get her work done even though she knew that Cook would help her with it after school when she came to his shop to work. She kept him organized, not to mention satisfied.
"Girls," Cook greets when he makes it to our table, taking up my paper and sending Di a wink. I snort, shaking my head and sending my teacher a goofy smile. He grins back, knowing I would keep his secret for the simple reason that he would pass me. "Alright, everybody face the smart board, time for our weekly video!" He talks loud whether he means to or not, but all of us have gotten used to it this far along in the semester. The video turned out to be After Ever After, a YouTube song that he could recite from memory. Di groans and rolls her eyes, sick of the video. "Diana, you can sleep later, that's why you have a bed at home!" Her head snaps up from the table, scowling at her lover. The class passes by quickly, the rest of them bleeding into one another; all the teachers talking, but none of them interesting me.
With the last class of the day over with, Diana and I made our way to the student parking lot. It had been a long day and all I wanted to do was pass out in my bed, but I never catch a break. Parked beside Diana's jeep is a fancy car that looked like it cost more than my old house; standing at the passenger's side of it is Davey and the standing at the driver's side is some dude in a suit. He was good looking, I wouldn't lie about that, but he looked exactly how my old lawyer did; pompous, full of himself, and too rich to notice the two girls walking towards them. "I didn't think Davey made enough to have a car like that," Diana whispers to me.
"He doesn't," I mutter, my stomach twisting into a knot as we get closer and closer to the two men. Davey looks anxious, something big is obviously on his mind and, judging by the way he keeps looking at the other guy, it's nothing good. "Hey, Davey, what's going on?" Davey gulps, his eyes now focused on the ground and his hands stuffed into his pockets.
"Libby, I've got some big news for you," he starts out with a slight stutter. "This man with me is a lawyer and he's come to me with all the proper paperwork of adoption." The other man takes in Diana with obvious interest, his light blue eyes taking in her curves and large breasts. It was obvious what he was thinking about, and I couldn't blame him. Diana is beautiful and makes a lot of guys look her way with sighs and fantasies; I, on the other hand, seem to repel them. I'm too awkward around people and I'm lucky to get laid once every few months while Di gets it every other Tuesday as long as Cook's wife is out of the shop. "Mister Moss, this is Elizabeth Marks." The man's gaze lands on me now, intense and cold as he looks me over quickly. I meet his gaze head on, not wanting him to know just how much he scares me or how much he turns me on. His light blond hair is slicked back and he's dressed in a designer suit that fit his firm build perfectly. He would probably make me a blubbering mess if I didn't have to see those eyes. There is no warmth held there, only distaste and disinterest.
Feeling insecure, I cross my arms over my chest, hiding the bit of cleavage my shirt reveals. "Ben Moss," the man says, stepping forwards and holding out a hand for me to shake," I'm your future father's lawyer." I shake the offered hand, sending Diana a look that spoke volumes of how much I wanted to be somewhere else. She picked up on it, holding onto my arm and pulling slightly in the direction on her jeep. The sight of Di holding onto to me seemed to perk Moss's interest, the corners of him mouth turning up slightly in a smirk.
"Sorry if there's an inconvenience, Mister Moss, but Libby's mine for the day. We have all sorts of fun things planned, no men allowed." Di's tone had changed from playful the sultry in .5 seconds, a new record. Moss's eyes darken slightly, licking his lips as he continues to stare at the two of us. I quickly catch onto Di's hint, wrapping one arm around her waist and resting my head on her shoulder with my lower lips poking out slightly. "Surely you won't keep us from having fun before my best friend has to leave?" Moss swallows, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Of course, what kind of man would I be if I separated you two young women before you had a chance to say your goodbyes?" Di giggles, playing with a lock of my hair before pulling me away to her jeep and speeding out of the parking lot. It doesn't take us long to dissolve into laughter, the look on Moss's face enough to make most teens laugh. He'd looked hopeful, as though he'd thought we'd invite him along for the ride.
"That was the best fake couple scheme we've ever pulled off!" I grin in agreement, pulling my shirt back up to cover more of my breasts. "God, did you see his face when I pulled your shirt down a little more?!"
"No, the best part is when I hugged you back, his jaw would've hit the floor if we went any further." Diana giggle, bouncing in the driver's seat as we pull into the driveway of Cook's shop. We often hang out here in our free time, playing video games and watching TV while Cook builds shit. He is the biggest geek in Davenport, building his own instruments and using his 3D printer to make Di a Storm Trooper mug and me a little Scooby-Doo figurine. "God, I'm gonna miss doing stuff like this when I'm gone."
"You don't know that your new daddy doesn't live in town."
"Did you even notice how fancy his lawyer was? There's no doubt that if daddy can afford a guy like that, then he's bringing in the big bucks which means no small town trailer." She purses her lips as we walk inside, heading straight for the cabinet that Cook keeps the liquor in. "That is a very good idea," I nod, plopping down on the sofa while she digs around for the Vodka and some cashews. We may be seventeen, but we both know not to drink on an empty stomach.

I groan as I climb into Moss's fancy car, holding onto the seat so that I didn't fall. Moss rolls his eyes, climbing into the driver's seat and giving me an annoyed, you-better-not-puke-on-my-expensive-leather-seats look as he peels out of the driveway and back towards the main road a few miles away. "What the hell is wrong with you," he asks sternly. I giggle, kicking off my shoes and curling my legs underneath me in order to get more comfortable.
"I thought it was obvious, lawyer-person," I slur," I got drunk with my best friend and my science teacher, and then I made out with her, and then you showed up." I pause a moment, trying to remember if that was the order before nodding confidently. "Yeah, that's how it went...How'd—how'd you know where I was anyhow?" He clears his throat, blue eyes darting from the road to my chest every few seconds. I look down, wondering wear my shirt had gone and why I was only wearing my barely there bra and black and purple skinny jeans. "Heh heh, I can see my boobs." Moss shifts a little in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust his pants. "You wanna stop the car and have sex? I'm really horny right now...Then again, I'm always horny when I'm drunk..."
"We don't have enough time to get you completely sober for the court time, start drinking water." He reaches down and picks up a bottle of water from the floorboard, and shoves it into my hands. Pouting, I start chugging the water, looking out my window at the familiar scenery. "Why the fuck would you go get drunk when you knew you had court today?" He's angry, and the pissed off look on his face makes me want him even more. "Here, drink some more." I take the new bottle and throw the empty one in the back.
"You're boring." We make it back to the home so I can run in and take a shower before getting dressed for court. "Davey," I call out in a whine," the lawyer won't have sex with me!" Davey says nothing, pushing me into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. The dress I'm forced into is a black one that stops at my knees with three quarter length sleeves and white polka-dotted edges.
/*/The Adoption/*/
"Are you going to change her name," the judge asks the man adopting me. He shakes his head, stating that the only part of my name that would change is my last name. Cyrus Kriticos, this is the first time I've met the man and I already don't like him. I glare at Davey; he'd known about this for nearly two years and was helping it along while I remained in the dark. "Alright, you'll need to approach and sign this paper and then she's all yours." Cyrus moves forward, pulling a pen out of his suit jacket. He dressed sort of old fashioned; normal suit with a cravat and a cane that he didn't need. His hair is the same dark brown as his eyes and his skin is pale; someone who doesn't get out much, maybe? He's obviously wealthy, his car alone worth more than anything I own. "Well, you're free to go."
And so I walked out of the courtroom a new person; no longer the grungy teen I woke up as this morning, but a high class young woman. Elizabeth Kriticos, at your service.
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