The brunette sat in the back of the armored truck glaring at the two men sitting in front of her. She knew she had to get away from them somehow. They both smelled like they haven't taken a bath in years and were covered in at least two inches of grime. From what she saw earlier she knew for sure she did not want to go where their leader was taking them. Who did this man think he was anyways? He carried himself like he was the new ruler of this world. Obviously the people in his community didn't know he employed these henchmen. The survivors at his camp did not know who this man really was. After what she saw him do he was more of a monster then the actual biters. She knew she had to get away, just thinking about what he could do to her made her skin crawl.
The brunette looked down at her hands and saw the small ring on her wedding finger stand out against all the dirt and grime. She had survived this long and she sure as hell wasn't going to go down without a fight.
She knew what was coming as soon as she got to their base. She wasn't going to let that happen. She would die before she would let them lay a hand on her. All she could think about is how she got here and how her life turned out this way. The one thing that stood out in her mind is when she met him.
Sydney sat in her old beat silver Honda Accord. She just sat there and stared at the trailer in front of her. Her heart sped up as she thought about knocking on the door. She had no idea what she would find. The little trailer didn't look scary, but it was the person inside that was making her loose her nerves.
She still couldn't believe she was in Georgia. Sydney was born in Chicago and was put in the foster home as soon as she was born. She never met her real mother or father. She grew up in the system; she never stayed in one place for long. And as she got older it was harder to find a family to adopt her.
Orphanage is like a dog pound; they only want the puppies. She waited for so long to find a home that was forever, but it never came.
When she turned eighteen she was sent out into the world on her own. Sydney always loved to sing so she would get gigs at dive bars and waitressing in at a bar in Vegas.
That's where she met Cameron Richard Barnes. He was everything she had ever wanted in a boyfriend. He fell in love with her voice and they formed a band. They were on the verge of getting signed and touring Europe. Sid needed a passport and went to Chicago to get it. That's when she met the nurse that helped deliver her. She gave her a note from her mother. And that's how she ended up here. In that trailer was her mother, and she was scared shitless.
Finding the courage she needed she got out of her Accord and walked up the trailer's door. Straightening out her jean jacket she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Her heart sped up more as she heard the pounding of feet as they approached the door. A tall man wearing jeans and a red flannel ripped the door open. He was wearing a truckers had to hide his reseeding hairline. His eyes were cold as he looked down at her. "What do you want?" she could smell stale beer coming off of his breath as he grunted at her.
"I'm looking for Tina Morgan"
"You have the wrong fucking house, Morgan's are next door"
"Thank-" before she could finish the older man slammed the door closed in her face. Muttering about rude old bastards she walked to the home next door. She knocked on the door less nervous then before. That was soon replaced was so much nerves she wanted to vomit when she heard the feminine voice behind the door announcing their arrival. The door opened to reveal a slim woman with wavy strawberry blonde hair and dull blue eyes that were framed by freckles scattered all over her nose.
"Hi, I'm not interested in your product, I already know Jesus, I already have charities I donate too, and I'm very happy in my mom. Thanks for stopping by" She slammed the door on Sydney's face before she could even get a word in.
She knocks on the door again and waits, no one answers. "I'm looking for Christina Morgan." She yells through the door.
"I don't know a Christina Morgan. Now go away!"
Sydney kicked at the door after hearing the woman yell back. "Look lady! I drove all the way down her so I can talk to Christina Morgan. I'm on my last tank of gas, I'm hungry and my ass is numb from driving from Vegas!"
The door opened and the woman stuck her head out. "What do you want with Tina?"
"It's personal, and this is her last known address"
"What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't"
The woman opened the door wider and Sydney could see the woman a lot better. She was wearing a kimono over a nirvana shirt and a pair of black leggings. She appeared more skinner now that she saw her without the screen door hindering her view. Her eyes were warm and had a grandmotherly look to them. Like she was an old soul trapped in a young body. "What's your name?"
Sydney hated this question with every fiber of her being. "Sydney"
She just stared at Sydney with narrowed eyes. She didn't say anything for a minute. "Is that your real first name?"
This is the part that Sydney hates. "No, it's my middle name. My first is Tabitha"
"Come in" the woman opened the screen door and ushered inside. The home had a warm feel to it. It looked like every other home she has seen but she could see the personal touches here and there. "I'm Mimi, Tina's sister. So what do you want with her"
"I'm her daughter"
Mimi signed heavily and ran her hands through her thin hair. She looked at Sid and took a deep breath. "She always told me you would come looking for her"
"Where is she?"
Mimi took a deep breath and looked at her niece. She looked so much like her mother. "She died"
Sid swears she could hear her whole world crash around her as she heard that one word. Dead. Now she'll never get her answers, she'll never truly know where she comes from. "How did she die?"
"Car accident. Drunk Driver" she nodded her head and stayed quiet. Trying to process everything. She had envisioned this meeting so many times in her head since she was little, and now everything is just gone from just one word. Dead. "She was only 25 when it happened. She wasn't married or had any other kids. She made me promise to tell you everything if you ever showed up."
Sid looked up, everything she was saying sounded like she was underwater. "What do you mean?"
"Your mom never wanted to give you up. It was our mother that made her. After you were born your mom had the nurse keep up contact with where you were. She wanted to make sure she didn't miss a thing and never everything she could about you. She loved you very much and always wanted to make sure you were happy. The nurse that took you to the orphanage told your mother what your name was and were you went. Tina called the nurse every time she moved making sure she knew where she was if you ever came looking"
"What about my dad"
"Your mom never really told me anything about him. He doesn't even know you exist. Your mom knew what they had wasn't serious, and she didn't want to mess his life up. They were both only fifteen at the time. They were kids themselves at the time"
"They were fifteen?" Sid knew her mom was young, she just didn't know how young.
"Yeah. She never wanted to give you up. It killed her not to keep you. She wanted to get a degree, a house and a good life. She was going to find you and bring you with her here but she died before she could even get the chance." Mimi looked at Sid and could see the wheels in her head turning. "I know it's a lot to take in"
"A lot to take in? I think that's the understatement of the year" Sid ran her hands through her dark chocolate locks and stared down at the chamomile tea Mimi had given her. "You don't understand how long I have been waiting for this moment just to hear that everything I wanted answered I'll never know. Not like I can go up to my biological father and say like 'oh hey I know you don't know me but that girl Tina you were with had a baby twenty two years ago. That baby is me. Surprise?"
"I get this is hard for you. You mom really wanted to be here to tell you everything herself. She had just gotten the ticket to get you from Florida when she got into the accident. I have a box where she saved a bunch of stuff for you. Letters, pictures and other things" Sid looked up at Mimi, he aunt. "She loved you very much, sometimes things don't turn out the way we want them to"
Sid just nodded her head and continued to look down at her tea with a pinched face. "Look, I know you just met me but we're family. If you don't have anywhere to stay you can stay here. It's what Tina would have wanted. I don't want my ass haunted by my little sister. Just relax if you want we can talk some more. For now just rest"
"Are you sure, I could get a motel"
"No, like I said we're family. We take care of our own"
Sid sat outside on the side of the house smoking a cigarette. She was on her second one; this one was almost down to the filter. Just breathing in the nicotine felt so good. It was so hard to take everything in but she knew she would, it's just a lot of information. She knew when she came here it would be. She just ever thought it would be this much. So much for the heart-warming reunion with her birth mother she imagined.
"YOU THINK THIS IS AFUCKIN' DUMP OR SOME SHIT?!" Sid looked up at the house she had accidentally gone to at first. She could hear the old man yelling at someone. She hated to be that person, why would anyone put up with that. Probably was his wife, most likely smacked her around a lot. She never understood why a woman would stay with a man like that. Why would someone put themselves through that type of abuse? "TAKE THE DAMN TRASH OUT!" Sid looked up from her scuffed up converse when she heard the door slam. She looked up to see someone storming out of the house carrying two large trash bags with him.
The stranger was a man, he was slim but she could tell her was muscular due to how his arms bulged as her held up the trash bags. He wore a sleeveless shirt with worn out jeans and boots. He had dirt brown hair and his face had a moderate amount of facial hair. Sid only stood a few feet away from the trashcans. He must have smelled the cigarette smoke after he dumped the trash cause he looked up and stared at her with a bored look. She just stared into his cerulean blue eyes with her honey eyes mimicking his bored look. "YOU BETTER GET BACK BOY, THIS DEER AINT GOING TO SKIN ITSELF!"
He started to bite his thumbnail as he turned and headed toward his home. "I'm coming old man!" he shouted gruffly.
A.N. I've been working on this story for a longggggg time! I have a good chunk of chapters written for this story! I plan to update every Tuesday! Also I updated my SOA story!
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AN 9/1
I'm updating and rewriting the first few chapters! And a new chapter will be up very soon. This week!
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