Jackie P.O.V
"Jack hey Jackie come on wake up," my brother whispers in my ear which manages to penetrate through the fog of sleep that clouds my mind and ruins the wonderful dream that I was having.
"Shut the hell up Reese if you haven't noticed I was sleeping and we all know what happens if I don't get enough sleep" I remark venom my voice with venom. Reese just sits there and laughs brushing off my threat even though he knows I could kick his ass. I roll over towards my clock when I notice it reads 6:00 p.m. I bolt straight up barely missing my brother's head and that's when it all comes back to me, today's earlier event. Reese must have sensed my chance in mood and in a comforting gesture he rubs my shoulder.
"Hey don't look so gloomy it's not the end of the world I mean no matter how hard you try to deny it I am still the world's best older brother." No matter how hard I try at this I just can't stop the snort of laughter from escaping me. If looks could kill the one that Reese shot my would have put me six feet under. I just can't help it I burst out laughing.
"Come on mom and dad want to explain everything to you and I know you want answers so get your lazy ass up" he says and offers me his hand and I gratefully accept it and I use it to hoist myself out of the comforts of my bed. I walk down the wooden staircase as slowly as possible giving me a slight sense of deja vü. With each step I take the nerves I have only seem to grow. Man I really don't want to go in there I think to myself as I reach the door at the end of the stairs. Reese seeing me hesitate roughly pushes me forward into the sitting room where my parents are again waiting one against giving me a feeling of deja vü.
"Jackie I am sure u have many questions but if I want you to listen silently alright" dad says looking me straight in the eyes. I nod to show I that I understand.
"Alright get comfortable this might take a little while," my mother starts off," first off we don't know who your parents are" at this I immediately jump up the questions on the tip of my tongue ready to be asked when my father raises his hand causing me to remember what I agreed to in th beginning.
"Now if you will let me finish we don't know who your parents are, but they must have known about us because sixteen years ago before you were even born we got a mysterious letter from your parents that said if when they die we were to raise you. At the time we thought nothing of it but thirteen months later we received another letter this one stated that your parents were dead and you had been taken in by a family in Nevada so we assumed that you were taken care of but for some reason my mind just wouldn't let the thought of you go so about a year later we went to see you, and before you ask we had been sent the name and the address of the family you were living with at the time. When we there we saw you and sweetheart it wasn't a pretty sight for you were gravely malnourished and beaten and we did the only thing logical at the time and it was to kidnap you and thAt is how you ended up with us." At the end of the sort my head is just buzzing with all of my questions
"Do you know who sent the letters to you?"
"No we don't no matter how hard we searched we could never find them," whoa, coming from my parents who track and kill people for a living that's major.
"Are the scars on my back from that family that took me in?" I ask while I trace the thin white lines that criss cross all over my back and I never knew how I got them.
"Yes," was all they say which only causes more questions but not for then they are for the family that took me in because while I was with them I would have been very young why would they hurt me.
"Okay last question,"I say as I look over at our family portrait and I start to notice the difference between everyone and myself, "did my brother know I was adopted."
"Yes they were with us when we took you but they have always thought of you as their true little sister," by this time my thoughts are swirling with my questions but they can't be answered by my parents so I do the next best thing I get up and go eat food cause that can always make things feel a little better. I am going to have to get answers is I can think about as I eat my comfort food, chocolate.
