Soon enough we were there and River got off my bike and started babbling on about something but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I was too scared about finding out who my parents were. When I'd made the appointment I was so sure that I would be ready to find out who they were. Now? Not so much. My head became filled with doubts and worries.
What if they were famous and had to leave me because if they didn't it would ruin their career? What if they were some kind of mafia/gang leaders and I'd been stolen and they were still looking for me? What if they were some kind of psychopaths? What if one was famous and they fell in love with their fan; had a whirlwind romance and had me but they had to leave so their reputation wouldn't be ruined?
'SUNSHINE'
'WHAT? What happened?' River's voice pulled me out of my deteriorating thoughts.
'I've been saying your name for the last 5 minutes and you keep staring at me as if I've just killed your dog. What's wrong?' He looked down at me with concern written all over his face. 'I can't do this. Why did I think I was even ready for this? I have a great life right now. Do I really want to mess this up? Let's just go home I'm not ready.' He pulled me off my bike- wrapping his arms around me, putting his chin on my head. 'Look, if you really want to go back home and never know who gave birth to you I'll get back on the bike. But you are so strong and finding out who your parents are isn't going to change that. Nothing will. So do you wanna go in or not shortcake?' 'Let's go in. Thanks I really needed that pep talk dimwit.' Identical smiles stretched out on our faces. 'My pleasure, mademoiselle. What are best friends for?' His dimples grew bigger with the mademoiselle bit.
As we made our way to the office, my nerves started to grow again. Stream held my hand and gave it a little squeeze reassuring me that he was there and he wasn't going anywhere.
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'Miss Matthews, I'm sorry to tell you that your parents aren't in our records. We couldn't find them.'
My vision became blurry as a sob started to rise in my throat. Clearing my throat- I croaked, 'Is there any other way that I could find them? Or was this the only way?' 'There is one way but it has a 50-50 chance, it isn't the most reliable.' 'It's my best shot. Now, what do I have to do?' 'If you give us a blood sample and your fingerprints we can go from there' ''I'll do it.'
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Abandoned
Ficción GeneralWhen Kayla Matthews was a few weeks old she was abandoned at the side of a road next to her favourite book shop in Manhattan. All she had with her was a necklace that had a glass bottle pendant with a scroll in it. The scroll said 'wait.' This is he...
