Welcome to Gang Life

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Waves of confusion overwhelm me at once. Their mother looks like me. How is that possible? Did my dad have an affair with their mom. No that can't be true because Mr.Odiare looks so much like me and so do his sons.

Oh my god.

I'm adopted. I'm so dumb. How did I never realize this before. I never looked like any one of my parents or my brothers. I never took that into consideration though because I didn't care. They were the ones that took care of me...but they lied.

I feel my lungs closing up and my breaths become shaky.

See even your own parents didn't want you so they gave you up to some random family. That just proves you're even more worthless.

Stop. Just stop.

I look up to see the men watching carefully for my reaction.

" I just asked you a fucking question I expect it to be answered," I growl.

They seem to be taken back, but soon go back to their mutual facial expressions from before.

" I think you should sit down sweetheart," Mr. Odiare says while putting his hand on my shoulder.

I step back removing his hand in the process.

" Don't fucking touch me what the hell is going on?" I ask.

Everyone in the room wearily looks at one another and a boy with glasses gulps loudly showing his nervousness.

" Let's go sit," Mr. Odiare mumbles.

We walk forward until they stop in front of a room and head inside. It has two book shelves towards the wall and huge window bringing down an unnecessary amount of sunlight. I sit down on one of the arm chairs and fiddle with my bruised hands.

" You have scars on your hands," the boy who was getting yelled at before states I think his name was Liam.

" No shit Sherlock," I mutter.

Chuckles lightly erupt from the room but soon quiets down realizing I'm not laughing with them. I continue to just sit there numerous words jumbling in my brain of how worthless and pathetic I am. My own fucking family didn't want me.

" So April as you know you um were adopted as a child because my wife and I at the time were unable to take care of you," Mr. Odiare begins.

I scoff and look up at him my fury clearly evident on my face.

" Cut the bullshit I want to know the real reason you fucking put me up for adoption and no lies," I say.

" Are you sure?" He asks.

I shakily nod my head mentally preparing myself for even more heartbreak.

" I want to know everything,"