Best Friend

No. 30

> Camila's pov

On Tuesday(June ninth), Hayes and I went paint balling with Nash, Tez, max, Collin, Taylor, and Cameron. After, we went to Chipotle to eat dinner and then went home to ride our bikes around the neighborhood.

It's Wednesday, June tenth, a day before my birthday. It's 9:39 pm and my parents left the house to work about seven hours ago. I called Hayes two minutes ago to come over so he can help me look for any evidence of what my parents are hiding.

"Where do they hide things?" I groan aggravated.

I've checked all over my dad's office. I've found absolutely nothing. I checked in every desk, shelf, cabinet, and on the computer. There's nothing.

I've been looking for something that'll tell me what my parents are hiding but I've found nothing.

"Maybe in your parents room." Hayes suggests. I nod and we walk to their room. I immediately check the closet and look through they're cloths. Nothing.

"I found something." Hayes says. I look back at Hayes and he's looking under the bed. I close the closet doors and Hayes pulls out a safe from under the bed.

"The safe is under there bed?" Hayes chuckles and I nod. "That's not very 'safe'." I laugh and roll my eyes.

"I don't know any passwords they could use." I sigh, thinking of any possible ones.

"Let me try something." He says. He bends down to the safe and puts his ear to the safe, then spins the lock. In less than ten seconds, the safe door slightly pops open. He smirks, looking at me. "Got it."

"Wanna rob banks later?" I sarcastically say. He chuckles and shakes his head.

I sit next to him and put my hand on the door, contemplating whether not to open it. Maybe I should wait. I mean, I'll be better off if they tell me, right? But when will they tell me? I should just open it.

"Are you going to open it?" Hayes asks.

I nod and open the door fully. There's a thick folder on the only shelf in the safe. I pull it out and open it.

Hayes leans in, reading the sheet. It's a long list of names and phone numbers next to them. Most of them are highlighter with a yellow highlighter.

I move the sheet aside. There's a thick, thirty page packet. It's labeled 'Adoption department'.

"Adoption?" Hayes asks. I furrow my eyebrows and look through the pages.

There's tons of pages filled with requirements of adoption. The last couple of pages are filled with my parents signatures. And a big red stamp saying 'approved'.

I move the packet aside and there are more pages of contacts and detective names.

"Theses are adoption application's and phone numbers of detectives." I say shocked. Tears swell in my eyes, threatening to flow out. "I'm adopted?"

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"You don't know that." Hayes says, trying to make me feel better, but who can deny the adoption application.

"These are adoption papers, Hayes!" I yell. We hear the front door open and shut and Hayes and I both stare at each other.

"Camila?" I hear my dad yell.

"I'm coming." I yell. We quickly put everything away and I push the safe back under the bed. We both race downstairs to the kitchen.

"Oh hi Hayes." My mom smiles, giving him a hug.

"Hi Estella. I was keeping Camila company." He smiles.

"Camila, honey. Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Dad asks. I notice the tears threatening to spill did and I didn't notice. I dry my cheeks and force a smile.

"My head hurt and Hayes came to make me some tea." I smile.

"Thank you Hayes. That's so sweet." Moms smiles.

"It's getting late Hayes. You should get back home." Dad says.

"Yes sir. I'll see you tomorrow." Hayes smiles and I walk him out. I shut the door behind me. "Don't jump to conclusions Camila. Let them tell you first."

I nod and a tear escapes my eye. He quickly wipes it away and kisses my forehead. "I love you." I says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"Impossible."

I laugh and shake my head. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight beautiful. It's your birthday tomorrow. Big day." He smiles and walks across the street. Once he's inside, I walk inside.

"Are you feeling better now?" Dad asks.

"I just need some sleep." I mumble, walking upstairs.

"Good night." Mom says.

"We love you." They say at the same time.

"Night." I mumble. I change into my pj's and brushed my teeth, before laying in bed.

Who else know's I'm adopted? Could this be true? Am I really adopted? Well clearly, because there were adoption papers in the safe. That means my birth parents didn't want me, so they just gave me away.

I go to sleep with anger, embarrassment, and betrayal swirling inside me.

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