I looked over my shoulder down the hallway to make sure my parents were in the kitchen where I had last seen them and turned the doorknob to their room. They never let me go inside without their supervision and I was beginning to wonder why. What were they hiding?

I opened the door slowly wincing when it squeaked and slipped in. The room was bathed in shadows so I took out my flashlight and turned it on. I closed the door leaving it open a crack so I could hear if anyone was coming. To my right was a walk-in closet which held my mom's clothes, my dad's closet was on the other side of the room. Mom's closet consisted of mostly heels and handbags some of which I had never even seen her use. I bypassed the closet and headed to the chest of drawers across from the king sized bed that took residence in the middle of the room, I opened the drawers and found more clothes, not bothering to dig underneath them. On each side of the bed there was a night stand and I opened the one on the left finding a few knick knacks.

As I made my way around the bed to the other night stand I heard the door creak open and I froze. "What are you doing in mom and dad's room?" I let out the breath that I was holding and spun around wiping away the guilty look I had on my face.

"They said it was okay for me to come in here," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah right, they never would've told you that it was okay. I'm gonna tell." Chelsey said sticking out her tongue and spinning around on her sock clad feet.

"No, don't!" I whisper yelled. "What do I have to do you for you to keep quiet about this?" I wasn't above bribing my siblings in order for them to do what I wanted.

Chelsey turned back around with a bright smile, "that's what I wanted to hear. I'll tell you my terms after you tell me why you're in mom and dad's room," she said putting a hand on her hip.

"I don't know, but they're always so secretive about what's in their room and they never want us to come in here by ourselves. So I want to find out why."

"Maybe they just want their privacy, there are seven of us which is a lot. You can't blame them."

I shook my head, "no, it's more than that."

"Well we can think about it later because I hear them coming."

Chelsey and I ducked into the room closing the door behind us and scrambled under the bed just in time for the master bedroom door to open. I peeked out and I saw the flats that mom had worn to dinner.

"We have to find some way to break it to the kids George, I don't want to keep lying to them anymore."

"No, Martha we can't tell them that we're not their real parents. They won't want to stay with us anymore. Not one of them would. They'd probably call the police and tell them that we had kiddapped them and brought them out here to live with us. They'd want to find their real parents. If you ask me we did them a favor, they never would have gotten as much love from their biological parents as we've shown them over the years."

I gasped and immediately slapped my hand over my mouth.

"What was that? Did you hear that George?"

"Hear what Martha?"

"I thought I heard something, are you sure the kids are all outside?"

"Let's go check."

Mom and dad – I mean Martha and George – shuffled out of the room and I turned wide eyes to Chelsey who looked just as shocked as I felt. Kidnapped?

"I knew there was something fishy going on." I crawled out from under the bed brushing off dust as I went. On my knees I turned and faced the bed looking at the mattress that was now eye level. I put my fingers under the mattress and the bed frame and lifted but it was too heavy for me to lift by myself.

"Help me lift this would you?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to see if there's anything under here, now come help."

Chelsey put her hand next to mine and lifted her side when I lifted mine and we pushed it away from the bed frame together, revealing cut out news paper articles with my face and Chelsey's face and our other siblings.

We really had been abducted and now we had proof.