Somber Light | DISCONTINUED

Chapter 2

!TW! Mentions of drugs

Amara

I was taken to the police station where I was dropped off in a room, told an officer would come in to question me. Soon enough, the door opened and I looked over to see a man with dark skin and black hair with a tall, muscular frame come in.

My nerves skyrocketed a bit but I didn't let them bubble to the surface and show on my face. I also was scoping out every possible escape route. I know what you're thinking. It's a police station. I know that but one of my abusers was supposed to be my motherly figure. Anything can happen.

He sat down in the chair across the desk from me and slid a bag with cocaine in it over to me. "Know anything about this?" He asked.

"Nope," I said, popping the p.

He sighed, running a hand over his face. "We went through that house and found possessions of drugs and of usage of alcohol. Did you know your parents consumed this?" He asked.

"No," I yet again lied. Of course I knew it. Would I say that? No.

He sighed again. "Right. We will take a DNA sample to see if you have any relatives and if not, you will be placed into a foster home," he said before getting up and leaving. Right. Thanks for letting me down slowly.

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A few hours later I had gotten a DNA test and now had to see if I had any relatives who would take me which I highly doubted. I don't even know any of my relatives.

The door soon creaked open and I saw Amanda walk in. She gave me a soft smile. "So," she said, sitting down, "we have the results," she set down a folder with papers in it. "We have figured out you have six older brothers who would be willing to take you in," she said with her hands clasped together.

Wait a damn minute. Hold on, rewind. SIX OLDER BROTHERS? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. "Six brothers?" I almost shouted, standing up. "What do you mean? I'm an only child!" I yelled.

"No, actually you have many family from your moms side and they are willing to take you in," she repeated. I could tell she was getting a bit fed uo by my temper.

"Yes, I heard you," I sighed. "What in the actual fuck," I muttered.

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Lorenzo 1 hour previous.

I was head deep in work right now. Apparently, the Russians attacked one of our warehouses and now we were figuring out what the fuck to do.

My thoughts got cut off by the sound of my phone buzzing. I lifted my head from my hands and looked at the caller ID. It was Seattle Police Department. "What?" I asked in my cold voice when I picked up.

"Hello Mr. Marino," the voice of a woman spoke. "I am officer Williams of Seattle Police-"

"Stop rambling. What do you want?" I asked sternly.

She cleared her throat from the other end of the line. "Right, yes. I am here to inform you that we have your sister, Amara Green, with us right now. She goes after her stepdads surname. Her mother and stepfather just recently got in a crash and didn't make it. We are calling to ask if you'd like to take her in. If not, she will be placed in foster care," the woman said.