Chapter 4

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I actually want to go jump off a cliff...

What did I just walk into..

There was Charlotte on the sofa having sex with a man.

My jaw dropped in disgust, and I turned around and walked straight out of the house, no longer wanting to listen to their moans.

I headed back to the police station with my things cramed into 2 medium sized suitcases.

The air felt heavy with a kind of anticipatory silence as I stepped through the automatic sliding doors of the police station. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, each beat a frantic drumroll in the quiet symphony of my nerves. Today was the day; the day I was going to meet the family I never knew I had, the family I had been stolen from.

Kidnapped as a toddler, my life had been a collage of different towns, different faces, all blurring into one long, continuous run. My captors, the man and woman I had called 'father and mother' for so many years, were now dead and rotting in hell and the truth had spilled out in a torrent of revelations that had upended everything I thought I knew.

The lobby of the police station was sterile and unwelcoming, the white walls and harsh fluorescent lighting forming a stark contrast to the tumultuous storm of emotions within me. I approached the front desk, Telling the officer my name and what I'm here for as my previous officer/friend wasn't there.

He nodded, recognition flickering in his eyes as he directed me towards a room down the hall. "They're waiting for you," he said, and those words seemed to echo endlessly in my mind.

My footsteps felt mechanical as I walked, a ghost moving through a dream. When I reached the door, my hand hesitated, hovering over the handle. This was it; on the other side were my bios, who I had never met, the family I had been torn from before I even had the chance to form memories with them.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and pushed the door open.

The room was small, the kind used for private conversations, with a table and four chairs. Two of them were occupied by figures that commanded the space with an almost tangible presence.

My father, a tall, stern-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes, turned to look at me. His gaze was intense, searching, as if he could unravel the mysteries of my life with just a look. Next to him sat my brother, older by a few years, his features a younger echo of the man beside him. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hardness there, an edge of something unyielding.

I took a tentative step into the room, my heart a jumble of fear and longing. "Hello," I managed to say, my voice a frail thread of sound in the stillness.

My father stood up, his movements deliberate, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if he was going to embrace me or keep his distance. But then his arms were around me, and I was pulled into a hug that felt both foreign and achingly familiar. His scent, a mix of cologne and something indefinable, filled my senses, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"We've been looking for you for so long," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

My brother stood, his posture still guarded, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of warmth as he approached. "Welcome back, Rose," he said, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something I couldn't quite place.

I looked between the two of them, my father and brother, these strangers who were also my flesh and blood. There was so much to say, so many questions and stories to share, but for now, we were just three people, standing in the quiet aftermath of a long and painful storm.

The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, with moments of both understanding and awkwardness, as we learned to be a family again. But as I stood there, enveloped in the cold, intimidating presence of my father and brother, I felt the first flickers of hope ignite within me.

Maybe just maybe I'll grow to love them. But as I learned in the past, love gets you knowhere.

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734 words more than I've ever done so far.
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