Why me?

Why?

|Sadie|

"Sadie tell me who that was!" Anthony demanded.

"It.. it was a police officer."

"So?"

"My mother died.."

"Oh my god. " he gave me a tight hug, "what now? Who are you going to live with?"

"I don't know" I had the sniffles so it was hard to talk, "He said he wanted me to come down to the station to answer some questions."

"I'll take you," he kissed my forehead then got up to get dressed. How could she just leave this earth so quick? Why so soon? Why did it have to be my mom? Why me?

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Averring at the station, still in tears, Anthony held my hand. Once we got in they took me in a back room alone.

"Hello Miss Smith." An officer said.

"Hi"

"You are aware of your mothers death correct?"

Shaking my head the tears came out even faster.

"Well regarding your files your parents were divorced, correct?"

Shook my head yes.

"Well, we got in contact with your father. He has agreed for you to live with him now in La. Start backing your bags because tomorrow morning you will go to the airport by noon and we will take care of you from there." He got up and walked out. I stayed back crying. Anthony ran in all concerned again.

"What's wrong? What did he say?" He picked me up walking me out.

"He said I have to move to LA with my father. A guy I don't even know. What if he's a rapist or something? Plus I have to be at the airport by noon! What am I supposed to take on an airplane? I can't just leave half my stuff behind."

"It's okay I'll sleepover and we can figure this out.... Together." He kissed me and we headed for the car.

"Wait Sadie!" I turned around. "Here's some stuff about your father. There's pictures, thought it would help. " The officer gave me a smile then left. I couldn't open it right away. I need to take this all in.

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Next day

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I woke up to Anthony having his hands around my waist. At this point I don't even care. Remembering all that happened yesterday made me wanna cry again but I had to stay strong. For my mom, she would want me to.

"Morning beautiful." He kissed my cheek.

"Hi. " I turned to face him, "wanna eat breakfast then start packing. "

"I'll make breakfast and you can start packing. " I giggled a little then got up. I went into my moms room and grabbed the suitcases. Looking at her bed I grabbed her favorite blanket... Something to remember her by.
I started with the clothes I got one suitcase stuffed, then Anthony came up with eggs and bacon. We sat on the floor eating and still packing. Every second he tried to make me laugh. Which was cute because it showed that he cared.

Looking at my dresser was the file the officer gave me. I opened it in complete shock. My father was standing around eight boys. On the back of the photo said 'family photo of the smiths.' There were papers that had singular photos of each of them. Cameron Smith. Jack Smith. Carter Smith. Taylor Smith. Matthew Smith. Shawn Smith. And Aaron Smith what was weird about him was we kinda looked alike. Not like the rest like sibling alike. We looked like twin alike. I threw the papers in the suitcase and zipped it up.