Running for Life

Chapter 2

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask nicely. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask again, a bit more anger to my voice. "Why didn't you tell me!!!" I scream it this time. I was so mad at my dads for this. Why would they hold back this valuable information from me? This is a very important thing to me. I can see the future. But how? Why couldn't I do this before?
"When we got you, the people we got you from told us..." Adam's voice trails off as if he is trying to find a good way to phrase it. "You were special. We said that we could take the challenge of raising a special kid."
Brian took over, "We took you home and told you we would never let you leave our sight. We took you and raised you for about a year that way. Then one day, we were at the grocery store when we got a call from the silent alarm system. We knew something was wrong so we left the cart there and ran out."
"By the time we got home, the gates were broken, the windows shattered, and... and... well... you were gone. We searched the whole house. Every nook and cranny. But there was no sign of you. We finally made our way into your play room, and there was a note on your cradle. It said ' We have taken him for further testing. We asure you he will be okay. If he passes the tests. We will call you when done. Our labs are at 411 Autumnstone Way.' We ran out of the house and hopped in the car. We drove as fast as the damn car would take us. When we got there we burst throught the doors and demanded that you be handed over. We didn't like the fact that you were being put trough tests by some random people we didn't even know. They told us testing was already complete and that it all went fine. So we got you back and you looked fine. But..." Now Brian's voice carried off. "Let's get in the car. We'll go to the summer house I guess."

We all pile into the car, the house now a chared mess. Fire trucks were on their way, but they were too late. The damage had been done, all of my childhood, gone. I still had the memories, but that place, the setting that all had taken place, now gone. The trucks finaly arrive about five mintues later and when they pile out, they don't even try to go quickly. They could see that all we had left was what we wore and a few items Brian had grabbed, and shoved into the car. "Im sorry for you all." The first one said when we roll the window down. "We can help you find. A new house? Maybe find a good place to build one?"
"No," replies Adam, "I think we'll be okay."
"Okay," it was the second one talking now, "but we will still check the ruble to see if anything is restorable."
"Thank you." Brian says quietly. Then we roll up the window, and back out of the driveway. We slowly make our way out of the subdivision and not another word was said.