Chapter Two

Two hours later I was still sitting in the same room. Except I had moved into a chair after I'd spied a cockroach scurrying across the floor. Mrs. Johnson, the social worker was now joined by a uniformed cop.

"So you're' telling me your mother never did or said anything suspicious?" the cop asked.

"Why are you treating me like I did something wrong here?" I attacked.

"I'm sorry you feel that way but we are just trying to gather information." She said shuffling papers.

"I just want to go home." I said dropping me head on the table. Not to mention it had to be getting late in the day. I'd been picked up near the wee hours of morning.

"Okay that's all for now." Said the now familiar voice of the social worker.

"Thank god." I said lifting my head.

The cop left and she informed me that she had convinced my biological parents to leave us alone until I was more accepting of them.

"Are you okay?" the woman asked.

I glared at her. "That's a stupid question."

"I know, but at least it rendered a response."

I frowned and pocked a chunk out of the Styrofoam coffee cup that had held lukewarm weak coffee and shrugged. "True,"

"Well your parent's want to take you home with them, but I don't think that's a good idea. It's too fast. You need time to deal with the changes."

"What's that mean?"

"Well it means you have to make a decision. You can either leave with your parents or spend a few days at the children's home. I've already called them and they have a bed if you want it, it's yours"

"The Children's Home?" I smirked, sitting back in my chair. Great my life had be reduced to a charity case.

"Look I don't care where you stay."

I stared at the brown liquid in the bottom of my cup and swirled it around a few times.

"Would I be mean if I wanted to stay at the children's home?"

"No, it's just a resting place to gather your thoughts. It's a lot to deal with. Normally I would suggest a psychiatric ward, but I felt this was a better place."

"Gee thanks." I smirked.

The woman frowned and waited.

"What I have to decide now?"

"Unless you want to spend another night in jail?"

"No, fine I choose Children's Home."

The woman rose. "I'll let your family know of your decision. I'll be right back."

"Wait, if I want to leave I can?"

"Yes you will be released into the care of your parents."

"Okay, the home for now."

"Okay, I'll be right back." She said and left.

The children's home. I tried to convince myself that I could handle that place better than my new family as I waited.

But what if I was wrong and this place was worse? No nothing could be worse than that blonde woman attacking me. I mean what was her problem.

An image of my mother face filled my head and I started crying again. Why? No, how could she do this to me. They had to have the wrong person.

"Fingerprint's don't lie." Her voice resounded in my head. We'd spent hours watching crime dramas on television.

Mrs. Johnson returned and we left the police station unnoticed and I got into a grey sedan.

"Where to now?" I asked when she joined me.

"I figured we would stop by your apartment for some of your things and then I would take you to the Children's Home for the night."

I felt like saying something snarky, but stopped myself. It wasn't this ladies fault I was kidnapped.

Kiidnapped.

"Have they found her?" I asked after a few minutes.

"Who you kidnapper? No they haven't."

"Good." I said.