HYBRID

Chapter 1~Surprise

The shrill ringing of our phone echoed throughout the small one story house. Blonde hair in curlers, toes with fresh lime green nail polish, I decided to let the answering machine answer.

"Hello, Miss. Davison. I'm calling from the-um, adoption agency." A male voice rang out, causing me to become confused. "I have located your daughter's biological parents. Please call me back as soon as you get in for further information. Thank you, have a good evening."

As the beep signaling the end of his message rang out, I half fell-half sat down on my blue toilet seat cover. I covered my face with my freshly manicured nails and let my shocked tears fall.

After a few minutes of letting out my anger and sadness through salt-water, I sat up, blinking. I sighed and stood. Pulling the curlers out of my hair, I speed-dialed my best friend in the world.

"What's up, Lizzie?" Becca's pixie voice sang through the receiver.

"I'm not headin' out tonight. Tell Kevin and Tommy and the rest I'll see them tomorrow. You guys still go and have fun." I told her, pulling my waist long hair into a low pony.

"Okay…" Becca sighed into the phone. She suddenly perked up.

"Are you sure? You wanna talk about it?" She suddenly perked up.

There was no way I was telling anyone what I'd just found out. Everyone knew my dad (or so I thought) had run out on my mom and I before she had me, and before they got married. That was the only thing anyone ever thought was wrong in my otherwise perfect life.

"No. It's cool. I just got some important business I gotta take care of tonight." I answered, walking into my room to change out of my leather-and-red outfit into something to relax around the house in.

"On the night of your birthday party?" She countered.

"Yeah. Um, I gotta go. See you in school tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya."

We hung up and I went into our black and white kitchen for a bag of purple grapes and grape soda. Mom would be home in a few hours. I clicked on a movie and snuggled down into the couch cushions for a long wait.

I was laying on my belly, about to fall asleep when I heard the gravel crunch under tires. Sitting up, I turned off the t.v., the only source of light. Mom waltzed in, turning on the living room light. Turning toward the rooms, she spotted me and jumped into the air.

"Oh! Lizzie-Bear! Honey, you scared me! I thought you were out with Becca and everyone?"

Then I watched as her eyes took me in.

"Oh, honey. What's wrong?" She placed the box she'd carried in with her purse on the coffee table. Sitting next to me, she began to rub my hand.

I didn't show my anger or sadness on my face or body language. I simply didn't show anything. I was sure I looked like a statue of myself.

"You have a message on the answering machine." Was all I'd allow my high, melodic voice to carry out of my throat.

With a confused face, Mom went to the grey machine and played the harmful message again. It took all my strength to keep my stone-like composure. Turning around slowly, Mom's eyes filled with tears.

"Well." Her voice held no trace of the clear liquid that began to roll down her cheeks.

"Perfect time to find out something like this, huh? The day before your eighteenth birthday. Well…Oh Honey, talk to me." Her quiet voice began to choke with raw emotion.

Mom took her spot next to me again.

"I understand if you hate me…I-I Oh, Bear! I never wanted to hurt you!" Mom began to downright bawl.

My composure finally melted.

"Mom, Mom, I don't hate you. I promise. But, when were you gonna tell me?"

Her snuffling began to subside. She looked up at me and leaned back.

"When I found your parents. I had to make sure it was safe. Plus, it'd be easier to explain with them here…" Mom trailed off looking off into the distance. (Which is hard because our leather sofa had the arm I was leaning against, up against the wall.)

"Mom, what do you mean? Make sure it was safe? Safe from what?" My hands began to shake. They always did that when I couldn't cope with something.

"Um, look, this package came for you today. Open it while I change, 'kay? When I get back, we'll talk."

When I nodded, she kissed my forehead and got up. I stood after her and brought the box back to the couch with me. I opened it and had to move packing peanuts out of my way. I pulled out another box with gift wrapping on it and a little ivory card taped to the top. Pulling it off, I read the note.

Simaya,

If you are reading this, you are now 18, and it is safe, . I wish your father and I could be there to celebrate this magical time with you. Please do not be upset with Silviya for not telling you about us. If she's kept her promise. It is our fault. I hope you enjoy our gifts We miss you. We will always, and always have, loved you. Please do not be upset with us for leaving you. We did it to protect you. I am truly sorry for never contacting you. I hope we shall meet soon.

Love,

Your mother- Cavonne

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. Removing the plain bright blue wrapping paper, I gasped when I laid my eyes on what was underneath.

A perfect cube the color of sapphire, my favorite gemstone (and color) rested in my hands. (I may be 18, but I still really like music boxes.) The music box had a latch in the middle of one of the faces, which consisted of an amethyst. Beneath the gem was an imprinted green paw print. Above said latch was a row of red teeth with the eyeteeth longer than the rest. When I looked at the top, I saw a green wolf's head in the motion of howling with red teeth.

"Hmm. How peculiar." Then, naturally, I looked inside.

As I lifted the latch, music began to pour out. A sweet, soft lullaby played, causing something to stir in my mind. The music was familiar, but I couldn't place the tune. Dangling from the top of the box was a silver heart locket. Lining the edges was a floral design. In the middle was a yin-yang. But the colors were different. One side was green and the other, red.

"What's up with the Christmas colors?" I muttered.

Then I looked down and saw a silver ring with the same symbol as the necklace. As I picked it up, I thought I'd broken it. The ring came apart split between the wavy two colors. But, they were just two rings put together.

"Whew." I decided to look inside the locket.

On the left side was a picture of a young couple.

The male was a bleach blonde with aquamarine eyes. His hair fell in waves to his shoulders. His blue eyes shone with true happiness. Long eyelashes casted shadows across his cheek bones. His thin light eyebrows were hardly noticeable. His thin, red lips tied his long nose in with his face. As for visual clothing, he sported a black turtle neck.

The woman he held was totally his yang. With deep chocolate hair (that was so thick, it seemed everywhere) that fell into her bright golden speckled brown eyes and majorly tan skin, she was just as beautiful as he was handsome. Whereas the shape of the guy's face looked hard as stone, she had a soft heart shaped face. Her little buttoned nose (which, if these were my parents, I totally got that facial feature from her) gave her an innocent look; while, her beautifully plump lips gave off a sexy, come-and-get me look. Her neon orange tank-top showed how voluptuous she was and gave her an exotic look.

On the other side was a picture of the same couple, but, with an addition.

The infant they cradled between themselves looked as if she was being worshiped by her parents. Little white/blonde hairs stuck out from under a sapphire colored bonnet. She wore an 1800's style sapphire colored dress and matching booties. What stuck out to me the most were her eyes. Her eye color gave me no doubt that these were my biological parents.

Her cat-eyes looked squinted because of her large smile. But, it was unmistakable. Her eyes were purple. But they were such a light purple, they almost looked white. They were the color of amethyst. They were my eyes.