Her Destiny

Ch. 5

Koal:

I watch her sleep. I only want her safe.
A thought comes into my head.

'If she lives here, she could be safe. I could adopt her. And we would stay together. Keeping her safe is priority'

I push that thought out of my head. No.. she would not go for that.

'But if she did, they would be safe.'

Damn it. Ok. I give up. I pull out some adoption papers I had saved. I planned on adopting a kid anyways, might as well get this started.

After about 30 mins I was done. Well... I might as well go to bed now. I trudge my way to bed. Please let this week of sorrow fly by I plead to whoever would listen.

One week later:
Koal:

Got ready, then made breakfast. I walk up the stairs to check on Marcy and as I was about to knock on her door, the door flings open and out she walks with a stitch outfit on. Her hair in a braided pigtails with sparkles in her hair and her makeup. She was very pretty today for a 15 year old. Should she even be wearing makeup at her age?

"Hey, your staring and it's kinda weird but what up?" She was bold for a teenager. Usually kids would get bullied for how she was presenting herself.

"Umm, are you going to be ok today?" I was surprised that I was actually worried about her.. I feel like I care. I don't know this girl well but I care? Ok. I can work with this..

"Yeah sure, why do you ask? And why are you being weird? It's creepy!" She stated. That's when I realized that I was still staring. I really didn't mean to. It was mostly staring off into space and lost in thought. I shook my head.

"No, sorry.. I was just thinking about something. Anyways are you ready for school?"
I brush it off. If she knew I was starting to think like a parent, she might get upset. I gotta play it cool.

"Yeah. Everything is ready. Let's go." She said walking away already. 'Dang bossy much?' I don't think I'm up for this teen living with me situation.

"Fudge!" I mutter as I walk after her. I wouldn't be very good at being a parent. Forgetting a child is like a big no-no. Otherwise I would totally just leave her home. Oops wasn't supposed to think that.

"Alright. Let's go." She waits for me to unlock the door, then hops in the passenger side and gets buckled. She looks out the window at me expectingly.

I get in and I driver to school. I already know I'm gonna be late to my detective job and gonna be grilled with questions from my coworker's. Imagine me saying I had a teen living with me. Yeah that'll go over great! Not. .While at a traffic light, I spring a question I had on my mind to see her reaction. Truth be told I really want to know her answer.

"So umm, how would you feel if I adopted you as my niece?" I was so nervous for the answer.

"I guess I wouldn't mind, but I would need to think about it, that is if this was a real offer?" She states.

I take a deep breath. "Yes, it's a real offer. I only ask because I started caring for you and if you wouldn't agree you would most likely be in a foster home.. I'm not sure but this might be the best solution. You already met me and I'm assuming since you haven't run yet, your starting to trust me?" I ask hopefully. I just really want her to trust me. I've been trying so hard to be a trustworthy person she can lean on when in trouble.

"Give me today to think about this option and I'll get back to you when you pick me up after school." Her reply is fast.

By this point of our conversation we arrive in a parking space at the school. She gets out, turns and smiles at me and then walks to the school. That's the first smile I got from her that was genuine and that actually felt like she was happy.

It made me realize that I wanted more of those smiles.. I will try to get them to my full power.

I then to work. I couldn't wait till the end of the school day.

I worked my tail off with a pile of paper work on my desk. It all pertains to Marceys mom and dads death and the house burning down.

I had figured out that it was supposedly a mystery that litterly started out of the blue. The stove was on, and something must have happened while cooking to set it off.? I mean I do have my gift being my eyes and what they can do, so would someone from this family want to cause pain to the others? If so who? Was it perhaps a family suicidal attempt? Or a one person thing? And how exactly did it happen? What gift do they have that could do that? Was it Marcey? Does she have the gift? Is her gift fire? No the fire came from the stove... Does she even know of her gift? Does she have one?

I need these answers. My mind is firing question after question through my head and it's alot to take in. Whatever the answers are, I have to protect her.

After work that was seriously a headache, I drive to pick up Marcey. I wait outside for about 15 minutes. Something was wrong, she was taking too long. I went to the office. But when I get there I receive bad news for me.

I walk up to the receptionist and ask about Marcey.
"Have you guys seen Marcey? She hasn't come out of the school yet and I was just getting worried." I tell them. Almost in a panicked voice.

"Oh I'm sorry, are you a relative? If not I can't disclose any information." She smiled sweetly.

" no, but I'm a state detective and Marcey is under my care until the adoption agency finds a home for her." I look at her with a serious face and pull out my badge.

She gives me a puzzled look.
"A man claiming to be her step- father has shown up and took her home. He had the necessary documents to prove he was the right person to take her".

"Fuck! Did you get a copy of those documents? Because I garentee them fake. She never had a step-father. Both her parents who were both biological, died due to a fire that burned down there home. I thought you guys knew that!" I was in a state of anger. I stormed out of the building and called her phone I had just bought her.

I grew to a fit of panic when her phone went straight to voicemail every time I called. I kept calling though. Not knowing what else I could do. But then I remembered, I'm a fricken detective, this is what I do. I 9head back inside the building. I ask the receptionist if I could have another moment of her time. She replied yes and we started what I call a mini interview.

"Ok, could you tell me what he looked like? His name he went by, the voice he went by and weather it was pitched high or low. His eye color and his clothing state. His race as well?"

I got the information and exited out of the school building. I had a lead to follow through. Time to get moving..

The person I'm looking for apparently has blonde hair blue eyes is about 5 foot eight and has a goatee with a mustache. He is Caucasian with a deep voice. He looks to be about 38 years old. He's wearing blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt. He has brown boots on. I now have my suspect.

I will find her, and when I do, I will take better care of her. I'll get here earlier just to be sure she's safe. And when I find the son of a bitch that took her, I will kill him.