18 Years // A.I.

Ch 03

Lilac's POV-

"You will be automatically be sent to live with your birth family." A lawyer says to me. I nod my head. Isn't that what I was doing anyway?

"Can I go home now?" I ask, tired out my mind. I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.

"Sure, it gives you time to pack and say goodbye. You're able to leave the 19th." The Lawyer says getting Liz, my birth mom, to start signing a mound of papers.

I get up to see Meghan and Stan waiting on me. Ben offers to take me home, but I rather ride with my friends. I wasn't comfortable with them yet. They were still strangers to me even if we shared DNA.

The ride home is quite. No one says anything. It was unusual to us three. Once we pull up, Stan walks me in.

"You okay by yourself?" He asks. I nod my head silently. He leaves without another word.

I was finally alone. I walk around and look at photos. I trusted two people who I loved so much and they lied to my face. It's not even like I'm Lilac, my name is Victoria. I am hoping once I fall asleep it will be a horrible dream and all we be normal.

"Wake up." I hear someone whisper in my ear. I flick them away and roll over.

"Go away." I mumble into my pillow. They laugh and start pulling me up.

"You have to pack. Remember you leave tomorrow for Australia? " Stan asks from beside Meghan.

"I can't believe I have to leave. Why can't they stay here?" I whisper. This wasn't a horrible dream, it was all real. I didn't want to be uprooted and moved to a totally different country. Everything I knew was in here Idaho.

I quickly get a shower and get dressed before heading downstairs. Stan and Meghan were downstairs cooking breakfast, well attempting to cook at least.

"Why are you guys here anyway?" I ask, sitting down at the table.

"A friend of mine just found out she was living with her kidnappers for 18 years. I think school wouldn't mind me skipping." Stan says, giving me a plate of food. I take a cautious bite.

"Who knew a quarterback could cook." I say laughing.

"I'm a jack of all trades." He smirks.

The doorbell rings and Stan goes to answer it. I can hear chattering, but can't distinct the voices.

"Lil your asshole brother is here." He yells. Luke comes walking into the kitchen behind him looking offended. He smiles when he sees me and sits beside me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him. I see him smile before turning the stool and looking at me.

"I'm here to help you pack your stuff." He says stealing a piece of bacon off my plate.

"I think I can do it myself, but help yourself." I say, pushing my plate over to him. He frowns, but takes the plate anyway.

I go upstairs and start packing what I wasn't emotionally attached too. I couldn't bring myself to start packing all my childhood memories. It was still a raw, unsettling feeling by looking at all that stuff. Ishake my head and go into my closet and start packing all my clothes. I should have known being an only child and getting everything I wanted something was wrong in my life. Mom never showed pictures of her when she was little, neither did dad. They just had pictures from when I was out the hospital and up. I never saw maternity pictures or anything.

"Hey, you okay?" Luke asks.

"Not really." I answer.

"Want to talk?" He asks.

"No. You wouldn't understand what I feel right now." I mumble.

"No, I wouldn't. I can try to fathom how being told all this would feel. I'm really sorry it is happening, but mom is so happy she's found you." He says, sitting beside me.

"You mom isn't my mom, Tracy is my mom. She raised me to be who I am. Your family doesn't know her, so do not say anything about her." I say, angry at all of his family.

"Whether you like it our not, we are your family." He states, getting up.