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“I trusted you!” Lisa screamed, throwing her hands in the air.
“That was your first mistake,” Tim replied.
“What is that supposed to mean? Why wouldn’t I trust you? You’re my brother!”
“Am I?” Tim sat down on the park bench, running his hands through his unkempt hair.
“Are you serious?!” Lisa yelled, standing in front of Tim. “What, because we were adopted? Mom and dad adopted us both when we were babies. Yes, we were from separate parents, but what difference does it make? They raised us and took care of us.”
“I’m not questioning mom and dad or their parenting techniques. They are amazing parents. We just don’t share the same blood.”
Lisa stepped back. “So we have to have the same blood coursing through our veins to be related? That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.” Her breath caught. “Not to mention extremely hurtful.” She tried to fight back the tears but one escaped, running slowly down her cheek.
Tim leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m just being honest. There are things you don’t know. Things you don’t understand. You don’t want my blood.”
“Why don’t you tell me what in the world you are talking about and then maybe I will understand.” She sat down next to Tim and placed her hand on his shoulder. He immediately pulled away and stood up.
“You will never understand. Neither will mom and dad. That is why I left.” Tim hesitated, shoving his hands into his jean’s pockets. “I’m not like you.”
Lisa tucked her hair behind her ear and looked Tim in the eyes, clearly expecting more. Tim took a deep breath and opened his mouth. After a few seconds, he snapped it shut and started pacing on the sidewalk.
Lisa looked up at the stars shining brilliantly on this warm summer night. It was the first clear night in months. She leaned back against the bench, trying to focus her thoughts. She never thought Tim would ever betray her like this. That he would rat her out to their parents when she confided in him. She made one mistake over a year ago and now it was coming back to haunt her.
“It was my one chance, Tim,” Lisa sighed, “to get out of this town and explore the world. Mom and dad have canceled my trip because now they can’t trust me. Just like I can’t trust you.”
“You’re safer here.”
“Safe from what? Don’t give me the whole parent lecture that I’m too young to be out ‘gallivanting around the world’. I’m 18. I’m graduated. I was given the opportunity of a lifetime and you took it away.”
“I’m helping you,” Tim answered, barely holding on to his temper. “Trust me.”
“Ha! You have some nerve asking me that! Why do you get to leave and I can’t? I don’t want to be stuck in this town forever.”
“You won’t be. I just … I just need some time. There are some things I have to take care of first. Once I know you are safe, I will talk to mom and dad and smooth things over.” The temper had left Tim and something else replaced his eyes that Lisa couldn’t quite figure out.
“What are you talking about? What do you have to do? Why am I not safe?” Lisa asked. Tim didn’t answer.
“Did you do something, Tim? Are you in some kind of trouble?” Lisa stood up and walked over to him.
“I can’t explain it. It’s too dangerous. Listen, I know you are mad at me. But I felt like I needed to tell mom and dad what you did so they wouldn’t let you go on the trip. Lisa, you have to trust me now.”
He was pleading. He had never acted this way before. He was the strong one; nothing could ever break him.
“Please,” Tim whispered, putting his hands on Lisa’s arms. He gripped her tight. “Please.”
“You’re scaring me, Tim.” Lisa tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. Much too strong. “Let go of me.” Lisa tried again, but Tim kept his grip firm. “You’re hurting me!”
Tim’s eyes were glazed over almost as if he wasn’t himself. He started to twist her arm back, pulling hard.
Lisa screamed. “STOP IT!” Tears were running down her checks, falling in big drops on her shirt. Tim twisted until the bone broke. Lisa screamed in agony.
Tim’s eyes came back into focus and he looked in horror at Lisa who was lying on the sidewalk, screaming out in pain.
“I’m so sorry.” Tim’s words were barely audible. He bent down, reaching out to touch her arm. Lisa scooted away, staring at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. 
“Please let me touch you. I can fix it,” Tim said as he started to reach out.
“Stay away,” Lisa said in a firm voice. Tim reached down again and put his hand on her broken arm. She tried to move it away, but he was too strong and she was in too much pain. There was a sharp jolt through her arm and then suddenly the pain was gone. She started to move her arm around, feeling nothing. The bone was healed. Lisa gasped. “How did you do that?”
“I told you I was different.” Tim stood up and backed away. “I’m sorry I hurt you. It was an accident. I am having a harder time controlling my … temper. I’ll leave now, but you have to promise me one thing.”
“What?”
“Stay home with mom and dad until I contact you again.”
“Tell me what is going on. Who are you?”
Tim ran his hand through his hair again. “I can’t tell you. Not yet. Maybe one day, but not now. Can you trust me?”
“No.”
“Try.”
Tim turned around and ran off in to the night.