Chapter 1
Author's note: This is my first Passions fan fic. Please be nice!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, except Sam.
Adoption Service: Are you sure you want to do this ma'am?
Mystery Woman: Yes, I have no choice. We are not ready for this baby.
Adoption Service: If you say so.
Mystery Woman: So long, little one. Take care.
She could not keep this baby, she just couldn't. When she got pregnant, she broke up with the love of her life and ran away. She hasn't spoken to him in nine months, since they broke up. She just could not stay with him and keep this baby. They were so young, and having a baby would have just put a strain on their relationship. She had her whole future ahead of her, and she just wasn't ready for motherhood yet. And her ex-boyfriend had no idea that she even was pregnant. And he could never find out. Never. She had forged his signature on the adoption papers. She was so good at forging signatures. It was her hidden talent.
She tried to fight back the tears as she handed her firstborn baby girl to the social worker.
Mystery Woman: I will always love you, Samantha, always.
16 years later
Samantha was in her room, writing in her diary.
Dear Diary,
Words cannot describe the events that happened today. It is my sixteenth birthday, and my parents decide that it's time to tell me that I was adopted. They told me that my birth mother gave me away at birth. I told them I wanted to reach her, to meet her, my real mother! But they told me that it was impossible. She died years ago, from cancer. What about my father? They just remained silent. I asked them again. They told me it probably wasn't a good idea for me to meet him. I didn't care. I want to meet my real father! Why had he given me up for adoption? I had to know! After many attempts to change the subject, they finally gave in. They gave me a note that my mother wrote years ago when she gave me up for adoption. I read it dozens of times. Now I know his name, so all I have to do is find him. They didn't want to tell me where he lived. So I looked him up on the Internet and found it myself. He lives in Harmony, New England. Funny, I've never heard of that town before. It must be a small town. Anyway, my "fake" parents don't know this, but I am leaving to go find him. I have already booked a plane ticket and I'm going. No question about it. Dad, I'm coming.
Sam
She closed her diary and put it on her bedside table. She then took out a piece of paper. She had read it so many times, but she still couldn't believe it. Tears were now falling down her rosy cheeks.
Samantha,
If you are reading this, I guess your parents have judged you old enough to know the truth. Baby, you are adopted. I am your real mother. I am so sorry that I had to give you up. I was just too young. Your father, well, he doesn't even know that you exist. I'm sorry, baby, but I couldn't let him know about you. He wasn't ready for a child either. Honey, you need to understand why I did this…
She stopped reading the note. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to find him. She just had to. She packed her suitcases, put her loose light brown hair in a pony tail, put on her favorite coat and snuck out her bedroom window. Her "parents" were sound asleep. She called a taxi using her cell phone and rode it to the airport. She sat down in the designated waiting area and waiting for her boarding call. About an hour later, she heard:
First boarding call for Los Angeles to Harmony, First boarding call for Los Angeles to Harmony…
She got up and stood in line. She got her ticket and boarding pass checked, got into the plane, found her seat and stared out the window. As the plane started to take off, she looked outside the window and whispered to herself:
Jared Casey, or should I say Dad, here I come.
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