Stranger

Title: Stranger

Idea: What if one day you awoke in a strange couples home. You couldn't remember your own past life. But you were convinced this couple was your family

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There was footsteps coming up the stairs. The fan was whizzing and whirring. Spin like a spin top. Round and round. Whir whir, ssss, sss it went. The bed was not my own, instead it belonged to my aunt and uncle. But I liked the master bedroom always cooler in this sticky summer months.

The door opened, my aunt walked in. Long blond hair drizzled down from her scalp onto her shoulders. Her eyes were an electric blue and she wore a casual black tank top and cargo shorts. Her skin sticky with sweat, she stared at me puzzled.

"Who are you?" she practically shrieked.

I was utterly confused at her reaction. People don't just forget their family. This was the aunt who took me to Colorado when I was younger. Than to the deserts of Nevada. Salt Lake City. And across the seas to the gray and foggy UK.
I tried to laugh slightly in denial at the situation.

"Aunty, this is some sick joke," I said practically bewildered.

Another pair of footsteps stormed up the stairs. A grizzled man walked in. He wore a plaid shirt and his gruff appearance reminded me of a bit of a wild bear or even a wolf man. He wore working boots over his blue jeans. A burly and intimidating man.
He pointed the shotgun at me and my aunt snuck off. I could hear the beep of the phone numbers.

"Get off from there," my uncle said.

I laughed again.

"Okay, you can stop joking with me," I said.

"Get off!" my uncle yelled his voice like a sonic boom.

I finally moved from the floral patterned bedsheets onto the brown carpet floor and looked at the shotgun. I got the deep feeling that this was not a joke any more. My smile faded and I stared down the barrels of the shotgun. I almost choked on thinking of how I was going to swallow this situation.

My aunt walked back in, she had tied up her blond hair in a ponytail. Giving way to her muscular tones. She had always been a hiker, someone who enjoyed the outdoors.

"The police will be here shortly," she said.

"Now, you're going to tell me directly who you are," my uncle said.

"I am Percy," I said, "Your nephew."

They stared at me.

"Be serious with us now, we don't have any nephews," uncle said, "We don't even have nieces."

"Well my sister is..." aunt added.

"Still no normal baby would grow up that fast," uncle said.

"I am Percy," I said.

Uncle gave me a deep fresh glare, the kind of glare he only gave prey he was hunting. I didn't like being hunted by my own flesh and blood....

TBC [To be continued]