Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

I wish you know the real one you were with? “And who would that be?” I ask. “Satiano Rodriguez.” His grip lessens until I can finally wrench my hand out of my hand. “ Who is Satiano Rodriquez? I asked. “ That is me? You know me, you know that is my real name? He says. I became lost in everything at that moment.

My father was killed. The woman I called my mother was not my mother. Vane knew. All of them knew. Except me. A bitter laugh escaped me. “Of course,” I muttered. Of course, I would be the last to know. I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing now, back and forth like I could walk my way out of this situation. “This is not real,” I said under my breath. “It cannot be.” But it felt real. Too real. The way Vane looked at me.

Why did I even ask that question? Thinking about it, it was a little weird… Like… Wow… the John I had known all along was fake. This was the real one, and for years, I hadn’t even in the very least managed to catch a glimpse of the real one. I nodded slowly, and dropped the papers I had picked on the table, arranging them properly. “If you’ll excuse me please.” I said, feeling miserable, and turned to leave.

And that’s when a new layer was added, on top of the foundation Granddad created with his shit. And I’ve been building layer after layer since then, so much so that no one truly knows the real me anymore. As things stand now, I’m not even sure I, myself, know the original Enrique Blackburn (if there ever was one). I’ve been acting fake for so long, I can’t do real anymore. So, a fake relationship should be no problem, should it? Little beads of sweat trickle down my face, and I wipe them away with my hand. Then clench my fists.

the one by the door says again. Softer this time. “Think.” “I am thinking,” I reply. Finally. My voice cuts through theirs. Sharp. Silence falls. Both of them freeze. Both of them watch me. Waiting. I take a step forward. My gaze flicks between them. “You’re both convincing,” I say. Honest. Because they are. That’s the problem. “But only one of you is real.” “And I don’t like being lied to.” The one by the hallway smiles faintly.

And about myself, who had spent five years searching for a savior and had found, instead, a life. The best possible substitution. The only one that was ever actually real.

But I couldn’t find him. Just like I couldn’t find the girl I used to be. I jerked my hand back. “Was any of it real?” Kelvin’s eyes darkened, sharp with something that looked like pain. “Not one second of it was fake.” I shook my head, the flames flashing at the boundaries of my view. "You can not say that, Kelvin. "Not even after everything."

I went out of my seat as I walk out of my desk. This is not true. This can't be true. I was about to go out of my dim and suffocating office when another sound recording played and I was stuck on my ground. "Alejandro! Pull back your senses! What has happened to you?!" That voice..."Mom," I faced back on my computer that is now running still. That was my mother. That was her voice. "This is me! You know this is the real me and you always try to make me appear the man of your dreams!"

"Yes. I am him, Camila. I am Noah and Noah is me." "But h-ow did it happen? Am I dreaming? Tell me I'm dreaming, Trey, I mean Noah, urgh! I don't know exactly what to call you!" "Just call me whichever way you want, Camila. The most important thing is that you now know the truth. We now know it. And no, you aren't dreaming. This is true. This is really happening, and this is our reality." I nodded. He held my hand and once again brought me back into sitting at the swing. He gently moved and pushed it and it felt great.

"You're the real one. Has to be. Otherwise why would the Whitmores bring you back at all—" "My mom made it clear. She considers both me and Vanessa her daughters." Nora's eyes lit up. Almost to herself: "Vanessa's a fake. That conniving little—" She sat back, genuinely stunned, then slapped the table. "Oh my god. This is massive." I'd basically flattened my straw from chewing on it. I glanced around nervously and lowered my voice. "Whatever you've figured out — don't say it out loud. My mother would not be happy."