The Psychotic Princess

Strange Man

Athena

I was looking around hoping someone explains to me what was going on and what this man is talking about. But I had no such luck. My mom and dad were standing next to each other. I could tell by the look on their faces that they wanted me to explain something to me but were interrupted by the strange man. “Sweetheart did you hear me,” he said.

I blinked hard and started looking around for who he could possibly be talking to. Because he was a stranger, and I had never seen him a day in my life. And he’s up in here talking about some “coming back to where I rightfully belong.”

I pointed my finger at myself and said, “Are you talking to me? Because if so then you have the wrong person. Because I don’t even know you.”

I watched as different emotions passed along his face, first, there was hurt, then there was pain, after that it was regret, and then there was anger. But before I had the chance to decipher those different emotions his face quickly changed, that's what emotionless.

The still unknown and strange man said, “You might not know me, but I know you. You are my daughter and I have already taken custody of you. I know this is a lot to process but I will have to explain it in time. We must leave now you have been missing for far too long. It’s time you come back home.”

I looked towards my parents and they nodded even though I could tell Mama was holding my papa back from jumping on the still unknown well my unknown father. While Papa was holding my ma’s hands letting me know she was not emotionally okay with this at all.

"What no! This is my family. I'm not leaving!" I yell.

“Let’s all calm down,” my mother said.

"Mama, no it's taking me this long to get used to this. I can't do this again," I whisper nearly in tears.

“We are leaving now!” my bio dad says.

“Dad wait, let's calm down maybe if we explain a little better,” one of the boys that was with the man said. The father of the boys, because I am not even sure what I should call him storms over to me. And gently grabs my hand.

I think about my friends and I have been together for 17 years. They’re my family and I am theirs. We always only needed each other and no one else. And if this so-called new family actually turns out to be my new family, then they can’t separate me from the one I have had and know all my life.

As well as my adoptive mom and dad. They have became important part of my life. I'm not ready to let go of them yet.

The man that claims to be my father just looked at me and nodded his head to the door. And he and his children walked out giving our small family some privacy.

Twenty minutes later we were driving away in an eight-seat vehicle. I was sitting in the far back of the vehicle. I was trying to hold myself from tearing up. I can't believe that he is dragging me away from my family. It just hurts. It's taking me three years just to get used to them. And now they're getting ripped away from me. As these thoughts consume me, I started drifting off into a dreamless sleep.