Who Was My Mother?

Chapter 1

Noah's POV

School was over, and I'm just sitting at home doing my homework. Dad's still at work. I hope he'll be back soon, I need to ask him.

I've never really thought about it before. Well, I know I'm adopted, but I haven't thought about my last name so much. Dad's last name isn't Benson so why is it mine? I mean when he adopted me, I should've gotten his last name shouldn't I?

Oh, was that the door? "Dad?" I shouted downstairs. "Yeah, just me. I'm making tea, are you coming?" He yelled back.

"Be there in a minute!"

"So how was work?" I asked when we sat down on the couch. "Just the usual you know. How was school?" "Ah you know, just the usual." I smile.

I sit for a while just staring at my teacup. "Is there anything wrong Noah?" Dad asks.

"Dad, why is my last name Benson? Is that my mothers name? Who was my mother?"

Dad's POV

I sit there a bit shocked at first.

Then I cough and look at him. "I've been waiting for this question for years. I wouldn't tell you untill you asked me too. You see Noah, it's a loong story. But if you like, I can tell you the story about your mother right now, but I warn you; it'll be a very sad story, and it'll take all night to tell it."

"I'm ready to hear it dad."

"Very well. It all started with a young women who was arrested for attempted robbery."

||/ so this story just popped into my head half an hour ago. This first chapter is very short I'm sorry, but I'll post the next one tonight or tomorrow. It'll be written in past time alot of it. Like I'll write it as if we are 16 years earlier, when it all happens. It'll be a sad story.

Please comment, feedback, questions anything!

Oh, and what was Noah's birthmothers name? I've forgot..\\|