Raine Walker

Chapter Ten

        I don't know what to believe. I don't know what to do. Frankly, I don't know anything at this point. 

        If all this is true, I'm not me. I'm not Raine Walker. I'm Lea Moore. 

        If it isn't true, then I'm mistaken greatly.

        At this point, I have the freedom to roam around the house. I have the freedom to go downstairs to the big living room and take a look at the channels on the television. I could go into the kitchen and crash the refrigerator. I could spy on Adam. Scott, even. But, I'm not going to. I'm pacing around my room or the room that was given to me by default. Thoughts are swirling through my mind.

        Since I'm technically free to do whatever I please, I could go downstairs and easily escape out the front door and find help. Go back home and crash into my bed. Then the possibility of this mess being really, really true effects that plan. If it's true, and I go back home, I'll be in the arms of a liar. A manipulative liar that takes other people's children. Not really my cup of tea.

        Here, I'm staying with people I don't trust.

        I can't be sure of which side of the story is right. All the facts are lining up, which scares me.

        "You sure do pace a lot," I hear a voice sound from the doorway. I swing my glance around to find Scott leaning against the doorway into my room. "It's the middle of the night."

        "Sorry," I mumble, looking over to the window in which the bright moonlight was shining into the room. 

        "But it's understandable. I mean, considering what you've been told. I could only imagine how you feel," he states, tilting his head to the side.

        "Yeah," I breathe, taking a seat on the bed. 

        "Don't kill yourself if you can't decide to trust us. That's not really what we're after. It'd be nice, you know, but we just want you to know the truth," Scott states, which makes me a little relieved. 

        "I know. It's just I've lived with the woman that I called my mom for twelve, almost thirteen, years. Just now hearing that she's lied..." I run my fingers through my hair. I realize that I talked about my feelings to a stranger. What's gotten into me? I just needed to vent, I guess.

        "Can I ask you something?" Scott stepped into my room, glancing around a little before looking directly at me. "Do you wish you could go back to your old life, where it was easy?"

        That's a really good question. "I have no idea at this point. And I wouldn't say that my life was easy."

        "How so?"

        "In a way, my life's always been complicated," I sigh.

        "You can't tell me that this isn't stressing you out," Scott chuckles lightly.

        "I definitely did not say that." I pause, thinking. "I just wish there was more proof."

        "More proof? There's like three pictures of you when you were five," Scott states.

        "I know. But that was when I was five. I'm almost eighteen now," I state, looking up at Scott. His sideways jawline was quite interesting. 

        "You mean, you'd like something like a DNA test?" Scott assumes, looking down at me.

        "Not necessarily a DNA test. Is there any family? Like a mom or a dad?"

        "No," Scott shakes his head. He looks down at the floor, making me realize that they're gone. "They died in a car wreck five years ago."

        "Oh, my God," I breathe. 

        "That's why Adam's been in this frenzy to find you. He wanted family again," Scott explained, his voice a little softer than I expected it to be. Scott felt sorry for his friend. I could tell that much.

        "It's just so much to wrap my head around," I reply, with a soft tone in my voice as well that made me sound vulnerable.

        "He understands that, though. And so do I, even if you highly doubt that. It's up to you on what you want to do. If you want to go to your mom and confront her about it or you disappear from us and forget that this ever happened - though, I'd hope you wouldn't do that," Scott shakes his head after stating that. "It's up to you."

        "More proof. That's all I need," I sigh, thinking outloud to myself.

        "What about a DNA test from your brother?" Scott raises his glane to mine. "I mean Adam."

        "Yeah..." I respond.

        "I'll talk to him in the morning if you want me to," Scott readjusts his stance.

        "I think I should," I respond, knowing that this is a good thing that's happening. A DNA test would further prove, without a doubt, that I'm related to Adam Moore. That's he's my brother. That his parents are now my parents...whoever they might be.

        "Okay." Scott nods his head.

        "Hey, thanks," I caught him before he could leave.

        "For what?"

        "Not telling me what I should and shouldn't believe. For being understanding," I sigh, though it felt weird to thank a stranger. I guess I shouldn't describe him much as a stranger. He's an acquaintance. You have to be polite to an acquaintance.

        "No problem," was the last words he said before disappearing off into the dim hallway. 

        I was left in my thoughts yet again, but this time, they're a little more calm.