Abandoned

Chapter Eighteen

Clarissa's pov.

I open my eyes. A beeping sound beeped quietly. I rolled over and saw Zach shoot up.

He looked around the room. Quietly, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up. I looked at the back of him. The lamp in the tv room giving me enough light to see.

Zach's shorts were a few inches below his boxers. Muscles carved his back. He stretched, making the muscles tense then relax. He walked over to the other side of the bed and bent down. A second later the beeping stopped.

Then I realized; that was the alarm to wake us up to go to the orphanage and find my parents' papers.

Zach leaned over me.

"Clarissa?"

I turned and laid on my back. I smiled up at him. He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead.

"Let's get ready," he whispered.

I nodded and sat up. He helped me out of bed then I got my clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

After I had on some skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt and jacket, I put my socks and shoes on then brushed my hair.

I met Zach in the living room and we headed out.

We rode on his motorcycle to the orphanage. We parked one block away then made our way there, using the shadows as coverage.

Both of us were very quiet. Slowly we near the prison I lived in for the first seventeen years of my life. We made our way to the back, by the breaker box.

Ready? Zach mouthed.

I took a breath then nodded.

He crashed some trash can together then flipped the breaker for the whole place. I lifted the window and hopped through, closing it behind me. I glanced at Zach. He ran to the back corner and crouched in the shadows by some bushes.

I soundlessly made my way into Susan's glass office. I heard someone coming. I held my breath. Then I saw her, the women who tried mothering me, grumbling as she walked outside.

As soon as she closed the door, I pulled out a small flashlight and started through her filing cabinets. All the files were going by last name.

Crap I thought this'll be harder than I thought.

I figured it was just going to be by first name.

I had finished the first drawer when I heard Susan coming back to the front door. I turned off my flashlight and laid on the ground, peeking out from Susan's desk, as she walked back down the hall to her bedroom.

Quietly, I started on drawer two. I held the flashlight in my mouth, letting me go faster. Time still past slowly, then I got to the last drawer. Slightly out of hope, I went through each file and just as I got to the end I saw my name printed on a file. My mouth dropped open, letting the flashlight fall, banging against metal cabinet then to the floor.

Down the hall I heard some shuffling them a light flicked on. I closed the drawer and snatched the flashlight then quickly made my way out of the office. I hid behind a chair in the waiting room just outside of Susan's office.

Susan appeared from the hallway. She walked into her office. I saw my chance. I stayed low to the ground and snuck to the hall.

"Who's there?" Susan called out.

I was thankful she wore glasses and didn't wear them whenever she got up during the night.

Looking back once, I booked it down the hall. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and slid the window up. Zach was suddenly there, helping me out the window.