The Truth About Us [ON HOLD]

Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

I knocked on Cameron's door, finally, we were alone and we could talk.

Our parents had finally stopped asking questions about what happened on the camping trip. Honestly, I wasn't sure I knew exactly what happened, except me and Cameron were back on good terms, at least I hoped we were. We had to talk about what we were going to do.

He didn't answer so I peeked into his room. He was lying on his bed with his headphones in, tapping the beat on his chest. Lost in thought, he hadn't noticed me come in. He was probably listening to some new rock band that he thought he discovered, like Elbow.

"Hey," I waved, trying to get his attention. His eyes flashed towards me and he sat up, pulling out his headphones.

"Hey," he muttered, "what's up?" I shrugged, thinking maybe it wasn't the right time to get into things. It was getting pretty late but as much as I wanted to go to sleep, I couldn't until we talked. He tapped his hand on the empty spot on the bed beside him. "You wanna talk?"

"Yeah." I sat down. I didn't know where to start. How were we supposed to go about talking about finding out birth parents? There was no guide, no steps that were evident to me.

"This isn't about Noah is it?" Cameron raised his eyebrows. I quickly shook my head. I could feel the tension building between us.

Just say something, I urged myself.

"So, what do you want to do about our birth parents?" I blurted.

"I- I don't know." He sighed. "Should we just message them? This is new to me too."

"I just- I'm scared," I muttered, "once we do this there's no going back. There's no undo button."

"I am too Sammy, but I know for me at least, if I don't then I'll always wonder. I want to know where I come from, if I'm like him or if I'm like her. Whether this hole is just me or it's because I'm actually missing out on something." He explained, his voice starting to give way.

I had so many doubts, so much anxiety about everything to do with our birth parents but I couldn't help but see how important it was to him.

"What if they're in jail or drug addicts? Or what if they have rotten teeth or are covered with tattoos? What if they're just bad people?" I rambled on.

"Stop." Cameron huffed. "That's just worse case, Sammy."

I sighed, nodding. "What if they don't want to know us?"

"Oh..." He looked down at his hands. "Well, you read the letter. I have to believe that he was telling the truth when he said that they loved us."

He was right, the letter was heartfelt and there was no reason to believe that our birth father's words were untrue. I wanted to be able to meet them because it was so important to him and I was starting to be okay with the idea. "Okay, let's message them."

"Are you sure?" He double-checked.

"I'm curious about them too, my anxiety is just holding me back and I don't want to let it," I assured him.

He leaned over to his nightstand and opened up his laptop to Facebook. I watched over his shoulder as he began to type a message into his notes.

Hi Dixon, my name is Cameron Holden, my sister is Samara Holden and we are your biological children. I hope it is alright that I'm messaging you here. This must seem out of the blue but we've recently learned that we were adopted and wanted to know more about where we came from. We would also like to get to know you if that's something you would be open to.