7
When we got to the prison Braxton stood in the front while I went to the back to see my mom. I had to talk to her through a glass with a phone. Kind of like how you see it on tv.
"Hi mom." I said.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I came to see how you were doing."
"Why do you care? You're the reason I'm in here."
"No I'm not. I didn't..."
I stopped before I got myself all worked up. It isn't good for the baby Phoebe. I took a deep breath before going on.
"Anyway I wanted you to know that I'm pregnant." I said.
"You little whore. I bet you don't even know who the dad is." she said sneering at me.
"I do know who the dad is."
"I bet you can't even remember what he looks like let alone his name." she said continuing like she never heard me.
"I am not you. Unlike you I do know who my baby daddy is."
"Fine. Do you want to know who your dad is?"
"Yes."
"I don't know."
"Should have known."
"I don't know because you aren't my daughter."
"What?"
"That's right. When you were about three years old I stole you from a park. You're not my real daughter."
"How dare you?! Because of you I've had this horrible life! How could you just take me away from my family?! I could've had a better life! I hope you die in here then burn in HELL!"
In the next moment the phone was yanked out of my hand and hung up. I looked and saw Braxton.
"Phoebe calm down." he said.
Without thinking about it I threw my arms around his neck. I started crying. My whole body was shaking.
"Its okay Phoebe. Everything's fine." he said hugging me.
I shook my head.
"No its not. She told me that she stole me away from my real family when I was a baby." I sobbed.
"Come on let's go home." Braxton said.
I didn't have the strength to argue with him. He lead me back to the car and we went home. How could someone do that? Why would they take a child away from their family?
"Phoebe are you okay?" Braxton asked.
I shook my head.
"All my life I've been lied to. I don't know who my real family is. How do I know if my last name is really Thorne? I need to know who my real family is." I said.
"I'll help you." Braxton said.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Tomorrow we'll go down to the station and tell the police everything she told you. Then they'll take it from there."
I really don't know what I'd do without him. He carried me upstairs to his room.
"Braxton stay in here with me." I said looking at him.
He got in the bed next to me and I snuggled into his chest. I didn't want the police to find me a foster home. I want to stay here with Braxton. I never wanted to be apart from him. Man I have it bad.
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I woke up and rolled over. I opened my eyes and saw that the spot where Braxton was last night was empty. Where'd he go? I got up and walked downstairs. Braxton was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
"Morning." he said.
"Mornin'." I said.
"Breakfast is almost done."
I nodded and walked back upstairs to take a shower. I stopped in my tracks when I realized something. I had school today. I'm late for school. We're late for school. I turned around and rushed back to the kitchen.
"Braxton we're late. We have to go. I can't miss school and you can't miss work. Braxton we have to go. We have to..."
At some point in my rambling Braxton walked over to me and grabbed me by my shoulders.
"Phoebe calm down." he said smiling at me.
I nodded and took a deep breath.
"But we have to leave or else..."
"Phoebe don't worry about it. It's taken care of." Braxton said interrupting me.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't worry about that. All you have to do is go upstairs and get ready for today."
I nodded and did what he told me. What was so important about today? After I was done I went downstairs and we had breakfast together.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"We're going to the police and tell them what that woman told you." Braxton said.
