Hybrid

20

Cade

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. I was exhausted. That trip to grab all of her stuff was to long. Was it bad I wanted to rip her head off half of the time?

I caught a sweet smell in the air. Carla. I look up and she was walking in the store. Her hair flowing behind her.

Nancy stopped her, raising a hand. Carla nods. It took every nerve to not go and grab her. Kiss her. I bit the inside of my lip. After a couple more minutes Quinn walked out basically carrying half of the store with her.

I open the door and she dumps in the snacks.

"I met carla. Shes real pretty. I almost was lost of words when she said her name, She seems to have a mind, Suprised she hangs around you. Me and her are going to have lunch next week" She stuffed chips in her mouth.

I gripped the steering wheel hard. My knuckles turning white. " You stay away from her."

"Why?" She asked. I let go calmly. She started laughing. Like really hard.

"Shes your mate? Really?" She laughed again. " How is she gonna feel when shes a step mom at 17? Huh?"

"Shut up" I growled.

"You cant just avoid her. You crave her" She teased evily. She was right.

Carla

The father we went from the store. No longer I could feel him.

North Carolina was going to be a good day trip so I slept most of the way.

"Dove." Nancy shook me lightly. I opened my eyes to a small cabin. It looked like no one has touched it in awhile. So how long has my mom been dead? I got out of the car.

"Be careful." She said. I nodded slowly walking up to the cabin. I flipped the key in my hand,nervously.

I looked back at Nancy. She smiled warmly.

I unlocked the door, letting it slowly creep open. Dust and dirt fly forward.

It was clean but it smelled of dust and old flowers.

The livingroom connected to the kitchen. It had one room and a small bathroom. She must have been hiding here.

I walked into the room. One picture stood on the dresser. A man, A woman, and a new born baby.

I grabbed it. The woman was smiling sweetly at the baby. Her dark brown hair in waves fell to her shoulders. She was beautiful. The mans face, was scratched out. I took the picture out of the frame.

Carla Micheals. Was written on the back. I was the baby. The beautiful woman was my mother and the man without a face was my father. His hair was a light brown and it was long, almost to his shoulders

There was a moon on his wrist and a small star hooked to it. I had to have seen that somewhere before.

I folded the picture and stuck it in my pocket.  I turned to the drawers. Everything was empty. I looked in the closet. Nothing,but hangers.

The wallpaper caught my eye. It was broken, like it was starting to tear. I grabbed the piece and teard it more.

A brown leather book was in the wall. I pried it. I cleared the dust from it.

Arthur P. Micheals.

Writing filled the old pages. Like a diary. Stories. Sketches. A picture fell out of it. It was me, when I was six. When Nancy stook a chance and took me to the beach. Whoever arthur was. Hes been watching.