I'm in Love with my Little Sister

Chapter Five

The sickness which I had felt in my stomach before in my life is nothing compared to the dread I feel now. Holding off on telling your family-about-your-gun-shot-wedding-untill-your-wife-shows-up-and-tells-them isn’t the best idea I've ever come up with. I would not recommend, don’t do it. I took in the last few moments of the assembly as I knew my siblings would have questions about Mya. I glance at her hoping she can somehow get my raging thoughts on her little bomb but once again, Mya trapped in her own world. I knew I should have told her to hold off. Mya’s father had left shortly after recording her speech which she gave.

“Thank you very much to all the speakers today. Damon, it’s good to see you again.” My old head teacher, Mr Langagon says as he takes centre place on the stage. I smile half-wittedly, my anxiety still consuming my insides. “stack your chairs neatly and go to your first lessons.” The head drowns on to say. I try to catch eye contact with all of my siblings, even Logan; however, I fear for her wrath. To my shock, none of them were staring my way. I guess I can put off their confrontations till later.

As the hall cleared of the students, the rest of us guest speakers were taken back to Mr Langagon’s office. Inside waiting for us were some refreshments. Most of the adults went straight for the coffee as they still needed to kick to get their energy, however Mya’s news was enough to make my brain work overtime. Soon she came to join me in my idle corner.

“Sorry to just drop in. I didn’t realise this was your old secondary school.” Mya starts off. I clear the emotions from my face to listen to what she had to say. While I am mad for telling the whole school that we got married on our last tour, Mya is still a good friend of mine who consoles in me. “My younger cousin goes here. My sister went to the prep school down the road.” She forces a chuckle.

“I saw your siblings today. It was easy to tell which ones yours were as they made the face of horror. I’m guessing you didn’t tell them about our…marriage. Rightly so I guess.” I could see the disappointment in her eyes. Maybe she thinks I didn’t tell my family about her because she wasn’t good enough. Being good enough for someone had always been a problem for Mya and getting her to accept that she is extraordinary is rare.

“It’s been a few weeks since I've been back. I didn’t want to drop all my big surprises on them at once. Plus, I'm not sure I was ever going to tell them,” I quieten my voice. “…with our deal and all.” I state my point and Mya nods her head. I can see the longing for acceptance in her eyes as she looks out of the window, behind my shoulder, but I'm a cold-hearted bastard who will ignore it and pretend she's okay.

“I’m pretty sure by the end of the school day, my mother and step-father will know about my army wife so do you want to come around for dinner later and officially meet everyone?” I asked out of the blue. The sadness in her eyes is gone and I know I've taking her mind off of the sad things. She nods her head and bites into a Jam Tart which she had been holding. Another hour or so, the guest speakers were finally starting to leave the school. Mya and I also parted ways as she headed back to her hotel.

I walked slowly through the playground to the parking lot and by this time, its lesson change. I notice a group of students who are looking like they are at school for a lazy day, chilling on the grass, ignoring the bells for class. Amongst them is a familiar Burnette. Crystal blue eyes lock into mine and she quickly rips them away. I physically felt the pain, feeling like she pulled out a piece of my eye.

As I contemplated whether I should walk over to her and try to explain my situation with Mya, as I don’t really care what the others think, I felt my feet walk before my mind to tell them to leave her be. Soon my whole body is rejecting my thoughts of hiding in a bush and before I know it, I'm stood just outside her circle of friends. One girl, who looks stoned out of her mind turns her head and studies me for a while.

“Hey, I know you.” Her words a bit slurred. Another girl in the group leaned over to the stoned kid and mentioned that I was in the assembly. “Oh yeah. Nice wife you’ve got.” A knife. She stabbed me with a knife. My poor heart.

“Yeah, um, I need to talk to Logan.” I rush my words. I glance over to Logan who still hasn’t looked at me since joining her group. Almost on cue, she looks up, a massive smile on her face. A happy face like the ones I've imagined when she's with me.

“Yeah, what’s up Damon?” She asks sweetly. She had no intention of leaving her group of friends. I gesture for us to talk privately and she gets up. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.” I bet.

“I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t know how to tell anyone about Mya.” As soon as I said her name, I saw something happen in Logan’s eyes. Fake emotions. She’s pretending to be happy about Mya. However, I could be imagining things. “I’ve been gone 9 years, I didn’t want mum to think I led a double life.” I force a chuckle, but Logan can only smile.

“In a way, you have. The solider she described saving her from the bad dreams and the sleepless nights, he doesn’t sound anything like you. I know I've only got your early life and a few weeks to judge you on that, but I could never imagine you like that. Our siblings and I know a Damon Franco while the rest of the world knows the other. I'm not sure if that makes any sense to you but I know what I'm trying to say.” She sounds so frustrated with her words.

“What I'm trying to say is, yes you are living a double life but that’s not always a bad thing. Mya and Joe, I believe his name is, have been through some tough times with you, times which we can’t ever imagine going through, and because of that, they’ve seen a different light of you. They’ve seen you at your weakest and that’s something we all shield from the rest of the world. You at your venerable, and them at their venerable is something that you all have in common and because of this she can support you in ways which I can’t.”

“we knew you'd have your stories and secrets which in time you may reveal. You having a wife is one of them and I could tell by your reaction earlier that you weren’t ready to share that news yet.” Logan smiles at me and takes my hand. I'm so bewildered by her words. “We will never judge you for your wife or your other secrets. If you don’t want to talk about it then we won’t discuss it. If you feel like you can never tell us then that’s okay too.” Without realising it I pull her close and I hug her. I hug her for the first time in years and I hug her with everything because this girl, I'm so in love with this girl.

“Our family isn’t the only people I kept secrets from.” Logan raises an eyebrow at my sudden confession. “I never told Mya or Joe who my siblings are. I never say their names and I never talk about you guys.” I don’t know why I'm saying this but I feel the need to.

“Why do you do this?”

“Because there is going to be a day where I introduce you to people as my girlfriend, someone who I can love without fear and I don’t want them to previously know you as my step sister because I don’t want them to think harshly of you or me. I want us to live in a world where I can love you freely and no-one will tell me otherwise.” This is what I wished I had said.

However, what I really said was, “you never know who you can trust in the army and getting a whole of personal information such as family names can be so valuable. I knew my family was safe because I was so vague with my personal life. Its completed.” I mutter.