Stolen at Birth

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Jakob paled at his sister's words and prayed that he had miss heard her. She wanted to find her real parents and she wanted his help. Jakob couldn't tell her what he knew about that, or why he couldn't. He hated having to hurt her like this, keeping her in the dark, but he would never be able to tell her for fear of what his father would do to him.

"You want my help with what?" he asked his sister, who was still standing at his door in her pajamas.

"To help find my real parents," she confirmed. "I heard mother and father fighting about the questions that I asked yesterday and it made me wonder about how I was adopted."

"Why are you asking me for help?"

"Because you're my brother and I want your help, please," she begged her brother, but Jakob juts shock his head no and slammed his door in her face. Keira couldn't do anything but stand there in shock.

Jakob lent his head against his door, listening to see when she would leave. But Jakob felt his heart break when he heard his little sister cry. He still didn't open the door and grant her her wish, but he still regreted rejected her all the same. So enough, she left him alone and went back to her room.

Her brother's rejected in helping her didn't stop her though. Keira got dressed and opened her laptop to a new google window. She typed in 'Find your real parents'. The hunt begins.

Five hours of searching and Keira was about ready to give up on her little quest. Keira felt like she had gone onto millions of different websites, typed in dozens of code names and signed up for several 'Find your Parents' sites and yet she was no closer to finding them now then what she was five hours ago. She couldn't think of anything else to do. What else could she do? She couldn't think of what else to type in.

Keira thought back to the conversation she had overheard her parents have only hours ago and wondered if she was truly adopted. From what she could gather, nothing about her adoption could have possibly been normal at all. At least Keira thought she didn't come by her parents by normal adoption. Not from what she heard from her parent's argument.

She looked back to her computer and slowly typed into Google: stolen newborn babies 17 years ago.

Keira pressed enter and the first page that caught he interest was Donald's and Karen's tear stained faces with a new born baby that must've been Daniel. She looked through the article and found that Keira and Daniel shared the same birthdays and the day that Daniel's twin sister was stolen, was the same day that her father said that they had adopted her.

She couldn't believe the coincidence. The facts were too similar to be a coincidence though, but Keira thought it to impossible.

She looked at the bottom of the article and found a picture of two little babies, wide awake beside each other, wrapped in the arms of Karen and Donald. The cubby little babe wrapped in a blue blanket was Daniel, Keira knew, but the little one in pink could've been anyone. Gazing into the child's deep blue eyes that held the same happiness that Keira used to have was so hypnotizing that Keira got dizzy staring at them. On both babe's Keira could already see little sprouts of black hair that matched Keira's and Daniel's perfectly.

Keira struggled to breathe as thoughts and possibilities ran through her mind. She couldn't be sure. She couldn't ever know. An idea formed in her head and ran of her room, down the hall and into her parent's bedroom, knowing that the both of them would be either at work or shopping for food. Keira grabbed a family photo album from her parent's cupboard and ran back to her room. She flipped to the back of the book where she knew held picture of herself as a child. She pulled the oldest one out and held it next to the baby wrapped in pink.

She stopped breathing. She panted and felt like she was having a heart attack, a panic attack, an asthma attack. An attack that caused the heart to stop working. That is what was happening to Keira right now and she couldn't stop it.

The eyes, the hair, the features, so similar. No, not similar, exactly the same. Keira was never adopted by Phil and Lily. Keira was kidnapped by them. Her real parents were the loving couple she met days ago. Donald and Karen. And Daniel was her brother, her twin brother.

Kiera heard to front door slam shut as her 'parents' walked in the door. She couldn't stop the feeling of hatred and rage from building up inside of her. She stormed out of her room, almost falling down the stairs in her hast to get to the people who lied to Keira her entire life. Her parents looked up at her once she reached to bottom.

SLAP!

Everyone stood in shock and surprise as the red hand print form on the cheek of Keira's father, which she had just slapped.

"You lied!" she screamed. "You didn't adopted me! You said you didn't know who they were! I met my real parents days ago! You lied to me yo-"

Keira's rant stopped mid speech as her father Phil lunched himself at her and brought her down to the ground and straddled her hips, stopping her from moving. He raised a fist and brought it heavily upon her.

"How did you find out, you little shit!" he spat at her as he punched her twice as hard as he ever has before. Keira's mother Lily could hear the crunch of Keira's jaw braking from where she stood five metres away. "There is no way you could have found out about that!"

Over and over and over he brought down fist upon fist, again and again down upon Keira's face, chest and stomach. Keira felt like she was dying as her father had never beaten her to this severity before. She could feel several of her bones brake and crush under the power and force of her father's fist. She feared, for the first time ever, for her life. She doubted that she would live to be able to tell her twin brother and real parents who she really was.

In the distance, Keira heard thundering footsteps stomping down the stairs. She heard a familiar voice yell out "what are you doing?" and "stop! You'll kill her." Keira had no clue who was speaking, but it was Jakob, trying his hardest to stop his father from killing his little sister. His terrified mother still stood five metres away from the blood bath unfolding in front of her, completely useless in this situation.

Finally Jakob managed to send a powerful punch towards his father's head, hitting him in the temple, hard enough to knock him out. All the while, Keira still laid on the floor, covered in her own blood-and blood from her father's knuckles when he would punch her-unaware of what was happening around her. She was still awake, but just barely.

"Hey, little sis," whispered Jakob, as he knelt down by her side and lifted her head up onto his lap. Blood seeped from her nose and multiple other wounds. "Are you ok?

"I-I ca-can't fe-e-eel any-y-thing," she managed to breath out. Her breath was so laboured and heavy Jakob could barely understand her.

"It'll be ok, little sis," he whispered to her, trying to calm her racing heart he could feel as if it were his own. "I'll take you to the hospital, ok? But I need you to help me get you up."

Keira didn't say anything, but she slowly moved her hands underneath herself and pushed herself up with all the energy she had left. Jakob stood behind her and lifted her up by her underarms. Together they shuffled out the door and gently placed Keira in the back of Jacob's car, laying her flat of her back to lessen the pain she was in. Jakob got into the front of the car after making sure that Keira was safe and secure in her position in the back and started the car. Slowly but forcefully he pulled out of the driveway and headed to the hospital.

All the while, their mother stood at the doorway of their house and watched them drive away. For the first time in her life, Lily felt guilt. Guilt for kidnapping that child and forcing her to take her own place as her husband's own little stress and anger relief; his own little punching bag. She regrated her choice in staying with the man, but no matter how much he used to hurt her, she loved him like he was her whole world. Even now, with him lying unconscious on the floor, she doubted that she would ever leave him.