Darling, I'll Treasure Every Tear [Christian Coma]

Chapter 4 - We Tried Our Best, Turn Out The Lights

My heart raced rapidly, thumping like a hammer against my ribcage as I finally managed to turn the keys in my car, letting the engine rumble to life. I didn't know what was going on, I just hoped that this was all part of the prank... It had to be! Andy wouldn't text me back saying "Oh yeah, I'm totally pranking you and trying to convince you that you have a daughter so I can get you back" so I guess maybe I am just paranoid. After all... I wasn't a father! That was the stupidest thing I had ever heard.

I turned the corner, leaving my street behind. And it was only now that I had realised that I had also left my food behind. Great. Now I was terrified, tired and hungry... What a great combination. I better get some justice after this otherwise I'd flip. I just hoped that this wouldn't take long because when I get too hungry, I get snappy. Big time.

Reluctantly, I switched the radio on to give my mind some closure and possibly help me to concentrate more on the road. My favourite radio station - Kerrang! - blared through the speakers at the highest volume, but I didn't even think about turning it down. The louder it was, the less thoughts clouded my mind.

The streets were unusually quiet tonight, so in a matter of minutes, I was pulling up in the deserted car park of Los Angeles Adoption Centre, fully ready to make the biggest fool out of myself ever. I exited my car, locking it up for the second time in the last hour. I took sometime to answer Andy's text as I inhaled the cool night breeze that seemed to calm me down entirely.

CC~ I can't. I'm currently at the LAAC claiming for my non-existent child... Andy I'm going to get you back good.

My reply seemed to convince me more than anything else, giving me the confidence to make my first few steps towards the dark building. My eyes wandered over the tall building uneagerly. To sum it up in one word.... That place was creepy. I would not like to have to do the night shift there. Shadows danced in the windows as the bright moonlight contrasted with the pitch darkness of the rooms. Uncertainly, I climbed up the stone cold steps, letting my clad boots thud against each and every one of them carelessly. The automatic doors greeted me with a sinister shriek as they slowly shifted open to let me in. I was completely right. This place was terrifying.

I shuffled slowly across the shiny grey tiles that lined the floor neatly, approaching a young woman that sat at the front desk, typing faster than Jake shreds on guitar. Scarily fast. It seemed that her whole attention was centered on the computer that she was staring at perpetually like she was about to suck the soul out of it.... Weird.

So, I just stood there... A 6 foot tall man, dressed all in black, with chains hanging from my hips, black warpaint smeared all on my arms and face, and long black backcombed hair. Wow... I must've been a sight! "Umm... Excuse me?" I murmured patiently, wishing for her to notice me quicker than she would've on her own agenda.

The woman gave a look of embarrassment as she blinked repeatedly to get used to the quick change of light.

"I got a call that I needed to pick up my kid..." I continued in a sarcastic tone, hoping she'd just turn me away straight away, as I scratched my head, pulling a long strand of black hair out of my eyes.

She gave me a vague look of confusion, "Mr. Coma?" she questioned, receiving an instant nod from me, allowing her to carry on straight away, "Yeah, we have your daughter here... Her  name's Jay Mora" she confirmed, making my head spin as reality hit me hard.

"W-w-wait" I cut through the quiet atmosphere, "There must be some mistake! I'm not a father!" I protested, banging the palms of my hands on the wooden surface of her desk. I wasn't ready for this. You only had to look at me to understand.