Mated To My Brother ✔

Chapter 19 ✔

Five Days Later. . .

I decided on a break.

I couldn't keep going in the condition I was in and so when I got to Massachusetts I got me a cheap apartment, tapped into my bank account, got a minute phone and healed. Most of the days I spent sleeping but when I wasn't sleeping I was eating or walking around Massachusetts.

I immediately made from with a nice café owner and was able to work their and get free food whenever I needed it. I told her my story, of house I wanted to find my biological mother and had traveled a long way and she apparently understood me. She told be she was fostered for more than half of her life and when she turned seventeen a cute couple who couldn't bare children adopted her and who she knows calls her sister. Years later she graduated Harvard and started a café named Moretti, her birth name.

She completely understood my situation and helped me get up enough money to ride greyhound to Chicago. While I worked, on my breaks me and Moretti would search her husbands police database to find a women similar to my mom. We found four, two lived in Canada, one in Tennessee and the other in Chicago.

Canada was out of the picture. I knew my mother had to be here, in the united states somewhere close to Chicago. A week later and working double the pay I earned three hundred, not a lot but enough for a bus ride, food and whatever else I need. I didn't want to tap into my bank account again. I knew that my family could be tracking me with it so instead, money morning I headed out.

The bus ride was connected to three other routes throughout the day giving us time to stretch our legs and eat. I ate at a pub before heading back to the bus each time. By the time I got to Chicago it was dark so I got a motel room and stayed. Early in the morning I headed out to the expensive side of Chicago and entered the apartment complex.

It took some time to get through security but I made it to her room, I knocked gently.

"Scarlet!" The voice broke through my calm barrier, I was hoping they'd given up by now about practically two weeks of running from them but I guess not.

Just as I was about to turn the door opened.

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There stood a women, beautiful to say the least, looking as though she hadn't aged a day. Her long, midnight black hair standing out against her pale skin highlighting her crystal blue eyes.

A low silver chain hung around her neck, resting between her breast. "M-mom?" Scarlet stuttered, the women in front of her looked beyong shocked to see an exact replica of herself in front of her.

Scarlets mother, Cliona looked past Scarlet and to her group of friends, Noah and Xavier included. Cliona grabbed ahold of Scarlet's hand and pulled her to her side, with her eyes set on Scarlets friends. Cliona hissed. "No! Cliona, their my friends" Scarlet defended, she pulled away from her mother and looked to the group.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Jenna stepped up to answer her question "we were looking for you"

"How did you find me" Scarlet didn't thank them for their concerns. "We" jenna started out "pinned your credit card action, it was hard at first since you only made one withdraw last week but after days of traveling we found your apartment" Russell finished.

Xavier stepped up, "why did you leave Scarlet" but she didn't answer, instead she looked at the ground. "Enough talking, come in" Scarlet's mother opened the door in greeting for them though her eyes told a different story. She didn't want them.

They filed in slowly but quietly, each glancing at Scarlet as they past her. "Come daughter" Cliona smiled at Scarlet, she held out her hand for Scarlet to take, hesitantly she took it and followed Cliona in. The door shut behind them.

Cliona smiled at the people sitting on her couch and two recliners. "Make yourselves at home, me and Scarlet will be in the other room" and she took Scarlet to her book room, the only room in the house with one to many windows.

"You found me sooner than I expected. I honestly thought they wouldn't tell you your adopted" Scarlet watched her sit down in a Victorian style chair. "Sit, please" she held out her hand. Scarlet took a seat in front of the desk separating them. "I'm glad your hear" pulling off her jacket Scarlet started.

"They didn't tell me I was adopted, I found out when I turned seven but I had my doubts before hand" Cliona clamped her hands together and leaned forward "and tell me Scarlet, what are your gifts?" Frost covered her desk, Cliona sat back and watched with courise eyes "I see you can control it?" Scarlet shook her head "no and that why I need you" Scarlet gave a sigh before leaning back in her spot.

"All I want to know is why you left me and how to control myself, that's all I'm here for" Cliona closed her eyes, her hands tipping her necklace.

"I didn't want to leave you, you know?" She started out, her breaths steadied. "But your uncle made me, he said it was to dangerous for us to keep you but I think he was just jealous your father got a child with me and he didn't" Scarlet listened closely "and my father?" She questionsed. "Died" Cliona gazed off to the side "but he was a twin and so I mated with your uncle"

"And where is he?"

"At work," Cliona sighed "I didn't want to give you up but in my family dangerous things happen to those who are chosen to hold a gift. I knew keeping you would be a risk, just like my mother keeping me was a risk and so I choose to give you a normal life with some of your kind. I knew as soon as I read your eyes that you weren't going to have one gift and after many days of research I found out what you were. I gave you to your own kind, Scarlet and it was the hardest thing I'd every done" with a sigh Cliona looked over Scarlet.

"Your an exact replica of me but you have your father's skin tone and eyes" she smiled softly, Scarlet looked at her hands. Since she could remember she'd always thought she had her biological mothers skin tone but now that she thinks about it, her skin isn't the right shade. "Your so beautiful, I need to thank the people who gave you a good life did they give you a middle name?" Scarlet shook her head, she never got a middle name nor a last it was always Scarlet. It was when she first realized she had no middle of last name like everyone else, did she start to wonder.

Scarlet was a smart child when she was younger. She got things quicker than others in kindergarten and learned Algebra by the end of elementary. Her brain connected dots much faster than she could process and in the end her hand would do the work without her knowing. The teachers that didn't hate her called her a prodigy.

"Your middle name is Rose" Scarlet creaked a smile. "Scarlet Rose, really?" Her mother gave a laugh "I thought it was fitting, your real name is Scarlet Rose Throne, your father picked out rose, I picked out Scarlet and you got his last name" the phone beside her rang.

Cliona stiffened up but nontheless took it in private.

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Author's Note:

I have a lot of people reading past the check marks. I cannot keep stressing this enough but anything PAST the check marks is the OLD BOOK! If you'd like to read it and be confused then go ahead but I can't keep explaining your confusion when I'm giving you clear warnings. It's nice to see comments but when it's the same comment it can get on ones nerves.

* This does not apply if the whole book is already edited *