What Should I Do?

Chapter 2

The children are running around and chasing each other while I sit here and watch them.

I feel a vibration from my pocket and pull out my phone to see that it's a message from my brother.

"I have something important that I need to talk to you about. Meet me at our old tree house," it says.

I sigh and get up as one of the little girls run up to me.

She tugs on my khakis and says, "Miss Sonya, Jordan scraped his leg and his blood is all over the place! He's going to bleed out and die! You've got to help him, Miss Sonya! I really like him so I don't want him to die!"

Emily grabs my hand and practically drags me to the playground then stops when she sees Jordan under the monkey bars with a scraped knee which was only slightly bleeding.

I bend over, pick up Jordan and begin to walk towards the infirmary wing of the orphanage where I grew up with my twin brother.

Emily trudges alongside me and worridly asks, "Jordan's not going to die is he? I hope he doesn't because I really like him. I even think he likes me!"

Jordan wriggles in my arms and suddenly yells, "I don't like you, Emily! Just leave me alone, you butthead!"

The little girl looks up at me and says, "That's how I know he likes me."

I lift an eyebrow and look at her as we continue walking.

"If a boy picks on you and calls you names, he looooooves you!" she says and winks at me.

I giggle slightly as we walk through the doors.

I take a right and see the Infirmery door and go through.

I set Jordan down on one of the beds then get out some alcohol wipes, band-aids, and Neosporin.

Jordan sits there and glares at Emily as she smiles back at him with her toothy grin, pretty blue eyes, and slightly upturned nose.

She's a beautiful little girl so I'm surprised whenever a couple looking for a daughter doesn't choose her. She's one of the best children here.

Emily is so full of laughter and jokes. She can brighten up any person's day.

As I bandage up Jordan's knee, I think about how my brother and I were never adopted.

It was our eighth birthday and we were both sitting in the tree house that we built ourselves.

I looked at him and gloomily said, "Happy birthday, Sonny."

He looked down and said, "Yeah. You too, Sonya."

We sat in silence, holding hands, while trying not to cry as the kids below us mocked us. They screamed and yelled at us saying things like, "Your mom never wanted you, why do you think anyone would adopt you!"

We sat up in that tree house together for the entire day. We never even came down for dinner or bed time. Sonny and I sat and sang together the entire day.

Sometime before we fell asleep in that tree house, Sonny looked at me and said, "Sonya, I promise that I will look for mom or dad. I'm never going to stop looking. And I promise you that you'll never have to be alone again. I love you, Sonya. Happy birthday."

Then he turned over and tried not to cry.

I did the same.

And since that day, we've been inseperable.

He still hasn't stopped looking for either of our parents.

This orphanage was all we have ever known.

He was all I have ever had and I was all he ever had. We never needed anybody else.

And now, he needs me.

I gently put a bandage on Jordan's knee.

"You're all good, Jordan. Take Emily outside and play, okay?"

"Alright, Miss Sonya." Jordan mumbles.

I walk to the office and knock on the door.

A delated, "Come in." comes from inside.

"Sonya! What's going on?" says Gertrude, the old lady who has taken care of my brother and I for as long as I can remember. She looks like she's been here forever by the deep wrinkles around her eyes that crinkle when she smiles. She was always so sweet to my brother and I. Her hands slightly shake as she sets down her pen and smiles up at me.

"Gertrude, my brother has sent me a message asking me to go meet up with him. May I have permission to take a leave?"

"Of course, dear. You always work so hard to love every child here. I was going to ask you to take a break soon anyways. How is your brother, dear? I haven't seen him since he left."

"He's doing okay from what I can tell, Miss Gertrude."

"Sonya, you know I've told you many a time to call me Gurdy. You may leave to talk to your brother."

I nod slightly and say, "Thank you, Mi.. Gurdy."

I arrived at our treehouse about fifteen minutes ago and Sonny's still not here.

I'm starting to worry.

He's never been late for me. Not even once.

I text him, "Where are you? I'm at our tree house. I've been waiting for fifteen minutes now." and press send.

I wait.

I get a reply and it says, "Be there soon."

I wait.

About an hour later, a black vehicle rolls up to the treehouse and a black man steps out.

He walks up to me.

The man has a scar that slashes from his left eyebrow all the way down his nose, lips, and down towards his right jaw bone. His sunglasses show me my reflection and tell me how paniked I look.

He looks nothing like me.

He's not my brother.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I say as I back up.

"I'm here for you." His deep voice grits out.

I panic, turn around, and climb up into our tree house and pull up the rope and wood ladder.

He just scowls and glares up at me.

"What are you doing by going up there, Sonya."

"Who are you! How do you know my name!" I yell back to him.

"I'm your brother's manager." The man growls out.

"How come you knew I'd be here?" I squeak out.

The man pulls out a phone.

It's so familiar.

"I read the messages. My name is Andre."

I recognize the phone.

It's my brother's.

"Why do you have my brother's phone, Andre?" I ask as a pit deepens in my gut and my stomache knots up.

"Because Sonny got into a car accident on his way here to tell you some good news."