Milly's Wrath

{Part Twenty-Nine}

Standing outside the door I rocked back and forth on the heels of my feet. The air was nippy, and my hair was being swooped from one side to the other by the wind in back of me. Quickly, I knocked on the door before I could talk myself out of it. Waiting for someone to answer, I looked around the street.

I had only been to Anthony's brother's house once before, and I never paid much attention to it because I was still mad at his parents for throwing him out like they did. From what I remember it was nice for a twenty year old to have on his own, especially since it's a rented space. It was a two bedroom located in a small Suburban area. Outside, all of the lights were cut off as it was nearing midnight. I shouldn't be here right now, since school is tomorrow, but technically we're both eighteen, and have no real curfew. Doesn't mean I'm still not nervous about being here this late at night.

The door opened and I turned to see Anthony. He was in sweats and a white tank top, sleep apparel except his face showed no hints of weariness.

"What are you doing here so late?" He asked, not sounding rude but genuinely concerned.

"Can we talk? Please?" I asked.

He stepped aside to let me in, and then led me down the hall to his room. It was a nice size, a normal size, and surprisingly very clean.

"We can sit on the bed." He said.

"Where's your brother?" I sat, scooting to put my back against the wall and raise my legs to my chest.

"Work, he won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

"What's he do?" I don't think we ever really talked about his brother, though he is a very large part of his life, even before his entire parent ordeal.

"Security Guard at some store somewhere."

"Oh," I breathed, deciding to stop stalling because it got us nowhere in life. "I'm sorry for being so difficult this last few days...I just felt so hurt and betrayed and alone and I didn't know who I should take it out on, so I took it out on everyone possible. And I realized, when you set me straight, that I was pushing away people who wanted to help, and...I love you so much and I just hope I didn't screw anything up because I never want to lose you."

With no words he took my legs, pulling them from under me. He then gripped my waist and

placed me on his lap, allowing me to rest my head on his chest and let me stray tears fall. I focused on his heartbeat, so calm, to steady my breathing and calm down.

"I couldn't even imagine letting you go." He finally said. "I love you too much to do that, and I get were you were coming form. We all handle things differently, and you just needed to know your way wasn't the right way. And now that you know that, all we can do is move forward."

"You always know what to say."

"That's because I'm awesome."

"Who even says awesome anymore?"

"Awesome people."

I laughed at this, siting up straight. I turned into him, placing my fee ton either side of his legs and just looked at him for a second. What did I do to get someone as perfect as him in my life? Here I am, dysfunctional, emotional, holding life threatening secrets, and I have him in my life? What am I in comparison?

"What are you thinking about?" He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"How much I love you." I responded, placing my forehead on his.

"I love you too."

"Really?"

"Really." He pecked my lips.

He pecked them a few more times until I took the first step to deepen it. I moved one hand to hold his hair in the back and he took one to grip my waist. He always did that so he could stop it if he felt it was going too far.

"You're not going to stop me." I whispered to him.

"Why not?"

"Because I want to, and I don't care about your opinion right now."

He chuckled at this, moving his lips to my neck. "Is that so?"

I threw my head back, moving my hands to his chest. "Very true. I love you so much, and I want to do this."

"Well I guess it's a good thing I love you too."

Hours later we lay in bed, clothed only in under apparel, sitting in his bed with the cover draped over us. I idly drew patterns around his chest, in a perfect bliss but my mind already on somewhere else. I grabbed my purse from the floor, taking out the folded Manila Envelope.

Anthony kissed my shoulder. "You sure?"

"Yeah." I took a deep breath, un-clipping the back. "I think it's time to open it, and stop running from something I don't even know."

"I'm here for you."

"Thanks."

I took the papers out of the folder, another deep breathe before looking at the paper.

Name: Autumn A'Mila August

DOB: April 2,1997

Age: 18

Born: Unknown

Mother: Alyssa Annabelle Hastings

Father: Jacob Emmanuel August

Brought in by FBI and Swat team on August 26th,2002.

Mother's Location: Deceased( Murdered)

Father's Location: Naperville Mental Facility, Naperville,Illinois,United States. Severe Schizophrenia, Bipolar Disorder

Living Family: Tiffany Hastings- Maiden Grandmother Springfield,Illinois, United States

Severity of Case: Mother murdered by Father on August 25th, 2002, body found August 30th,2002. Father murdered Detective Fintley. Child suffers from memory loss, slight signs of Bipolar Disorder- not severe enough for diagnostics. Perfect health, no birth records.

Foster History

First Home:Allen;Not wanted

Second Home:Fox; Neglect

Third Home:Jones; Allegations of Molestation

Fourth Home: Lansing;Fighting

Fifth Home :Everdeen;Fighting

Adopted on July 5,2013 by Smith's.

That's all that was in it. As I gazed over the paper all I saw were Mother murdered by Father

Mother

Mother murdered

Mother murdered by Father

Tears spilled straight out of my eyes as I releases sobs I didn't even know were possible. All this time I hated both my parents thinking they didn't want me. Then I hated myself for hating my Mom and she was murdered while wondering what happened to my Father. Now I don't know whether to hate by Father for killing me Mother because he's obviously mentally ill. I just don't know how to feel anymore.

"You'll be okay." Anthony said, holding me in his arms because it's all I really wanted right now. "Shh,shh, you'll be okay."