It hurts when you disapprove all along -- Summer 1997 (DONE)

I had found out the truth about Nolan and I had to tell him what the truth was.  I went to his bedroom and knocked on his door.  "Nolan?  Can I come in?" I asked.  "We need to talk."

I opened the door wearing ust a pair of jeans, a t-shirt in my hands.  I was planning on going out.  "What's going on, Ayden?" I asked.  He looked a little frazzled.

I ran a hand through my hair.  "I found some things out about when you were younger.  What really happened," I explained, knowing Nolan did not like it when people refused to get to the point of things.

I moved so he could enter.  I sat on my bed as he sat in the chair at the desk.  I looked at him.  "Well, what is it?" I asked.  What was he going on about?

"You weren't abandoned on teh side of the road because you were a werewolf," I stated.  I sighed and looked at my brother.  "You were kidnapped from teh orphanage and Dad bit you himself."  I was not entirely sure of the reaction I was expecting to get, but it was not the indifference from my brother that I received.

"OKay... your point?" I asked.  It was not as if this changed anything.  I was still a werewolf.  I was perfectly okay with that.  I looked at Ayden and could read his face easiliy - he was disappointed that the news did not make me automatically hate Dad now.

I was utterly shocked by Nolan.  "What do you mean 'what's my point'?" I asked in disbelief.  "You never believed me that Dad is a monster -- now here's the proof!"

I ran a hand through my long blonde hair.  "I'm grateful he took me in.  I've had a great life.  If the curse is the price I had to pa, fine.  It doesn't bother me as long as I have the potion."

I could not believe this.  Dad was a bloody maniac and Nolan could care less.  "You don't care that you've been lied to?  Or that Dad is mental?" I asked.  This just seemed so... so mental in itself.  Perhaps Nolan fit into this family better than I did.

My brother was viewing this all wrong.  "Look, Ayden, I know you have issues with Dad.  I, however, have had a good relationship with him.  Stop trying to ruin it because you're jealous or something," I pointed out.  I stood up and left ayden in my room.  I meandered into the backyard where Dad looked like he was sharpening his knife collection.  "Hey... I'm going out," I told him.

I looked up from the simple task of sharpening my knives and saw that Nolan looked troubled.  "Hold on, deary," I said, setting my things down and motioning for Nolan to come closer.  "What is troubling you?" I was ever so curious.

I looked at Dad and sighed.  I sat next to my father, running a hand through my hair.  "ayden just told me some stuff is all," I said.  I did not relish the idea of calling my dad a liar -- not after he had been so good to me after all these years.

I did not enjoy seeing Nolan stressing like this.  "What is going on, son?" I asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this.  Would I be needing to have a few words with AydeN?

"Did you really take me from tthe orphanage and bite me on your own?" I asked.  I really hoped that Dad would be honest with me about this and what Ayden told me.

I sighed.  "It is true.  I only lied to you to make you feel more wanted.  I did want you, but I feared you would not feel that way," I explained.  In reality I just wanted a son who was like me... and Nolan had been a perfect candidate.