Broken Hearted Boy

Chapter 14~The Past

Chapter 14~The Past

        "Amanda, I think I found them!" I yelled with excitment as I looked at her. She smiled and nodded her head at me. She was happy for me, I could tell. She came over and placed her hand on my shoulder and nodded.

"Are you ready to go met them Jordan?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, I finally am ready. I'm ready. I found them and I don't want to spend one more second without them. I think that's where I belong Amanda. With my real parents." I had a tear down my cheek and Amanda wiped it away. 

"Let's go get them Jordan." she smiled and printed out the directions to their house. This was it. This was finally it. I was going to go see my parents, for the first time. I finally am going to be happy and be where I belong. I grabbed my sweater and went outside towards the car. I was young but Amanda knew how to drive. I jumped into the car and Amanda got in the drivers seat. I buckled up and look at her. I smiled and she nodded and smiled back. I love Amanda, she is always there for me. She will always be there for me. I stared out the window as we drove. I want to met them, but on my own. Get to talk to them without Amanda so I can be better at this and it won't affect the close relationship that I want to have with my parents. "Amanda, can you just drop me off. And get me later?.." I asked.

"No, I don't want you to be alone during this. Something might happen." she looked directly towards the street. I nodded my head like she could see it and look out the window. I understand what she means. If they don't want me or something like that. Anything could happen, at any point in time. We turned into their drive-way and got out the car. Amanda and me went towards the door. "I brought this camera that is in my hat. I want to video record this, okay?" she smiled at me as she rang the doorbell. I was starting to get nervous, what was going on? Why am I feeling nervous? I shouldn't, I need to relax. I breathed in and out. I felt a little better. The door slowly started to open and a woman with bright green eyes came to the door with a man with bright blue eyes. "Hello?" she asked. Her voice was so soft and angle like. She sounds and looks like everything that I thought my mom would look and sound like. I said "Hi... Mom.." I had tears in my eyes. I was only 14 but it felt right. I felt right. 

"Uh... excuse me?" she looked at me and then looked at the man. 

"Hi, this is Jordan.. he is your son." Amanda said with a smile. 

"Oh.. Jordan...." Mom faded out and looked at my Dad and walked away. I watched as she walked away and felt some type of way. What was going on? 

"Look, Jordan.. we never wanted to have you. You weren't supposed to happen. You were a big mistake in our life at the time. We thought maybe if we gave you up you'd understand that we never wanted you and we still don't want you. It has nothing to do with you but it does. Things are different now. Your mother... is pregnant. We want to start new and fresh and to be honest we just don't want you around. I'm sorry." He nodded and closed to door. What the hell just happened? I felt my heart start aching, and I had tears. I stopped crying and all of a sudden anger started to fill in my heart. I could feel all the anger inside of me. 

"Amanda, I want them dead. I want to kill them. Please, let me." I was dead serious and I had fury in my voice. Amanda looked at me and nodded her head. 

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         I looked at Mom and Dad. I looked at Raven and Amanda. Mom had tears in her eyes, and Dad was looking at me like he was curious and he wanted to know more. I looked at Raven, and she looked shocked. She looked at me and shook her head and looked at the ground. I sighed and looked at the table and back to everyone else. I can do this. I trust them. I love these people. They have to know the truth. The deserve the truth. I can do this. I breathed heavily and continued. Man, fuck me.