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So Sutton was right, Annie was here. She had saved her and for some reason she left. Once again I hadn't had the chance to meet my birthmother.
"Where could she be now?" I asked. Now that everyone was sure Sutton was telling the truth, the question was, where was she now.
"How should I know? Don't look at me, you're the smart one remember!" Sutton said looking at me and crossed her arms together.
"Oh, so I should guess? You're the one who saw her, not me…" I say. Like if I'm supposed to know everything;
"Girls, girls! Calm down. I have an idea." Ethan said. Thayer laughed like if it was impossible for Ethan to actually have an idea. Ethan noticed it too and took my hand in his so we could cross fingers. I'm almost sure he did it to piss of Thayer, which I wasn't really happy about.
"Tell us, what's that idea you have Whiteho… Ethan…" Thayer said. At least he didn't call him Whitehorse, or anything worse.
"Well well, the genius is asking for my help?" Ethan continued.
"Ethan, what idea?" I say before they start to fight, again.
"There's always one man who knows everything…" He said pointing out a somber alley. I'm sure, I'll not like his idea.
Ethan's great idea? Ask a homeless guy if he had seen something. But turns out, he was right. This guy really knew everything! Turns out, Annie ran out the motel when Sutton got out and kind of got hit by a car… Yes HIT BY A CAR!
"Slow down Sutton." I told her. We were heading towards the hospital. Sutton was riding like if she was in a movie or something and I wanted to get there alive. I should have gone with Ethan or Thayer. Well, with Thayer it would probably have been a bad idea.
"What if she's dying Emma? We have to be their fast." Dying? The homeless guy told us she probably had nothing. How can you go to nothing to dying? At least, we got there pretty fast. Sutton parked, and Thayer and Ethan parked each on one side of the car.
"Looks like the prince on his Whitehorse followed you…" Thayer said to me. Like if that was a good idea.
"Thayer, no comment's." Sutton said. Which really surprised me. I would have rather think she would have told that, instead of telling him to shut up.
"So, what do we do know?" Ethan said looking at Thayer.
"It's obvious. We get inside and find our mom." Sutton said. Like if it was that easy. Well, it could be that easy.
" Sure, we're just going to enter the hospital, search on every floor for Annie, in every single room till we found her?" I say. Sutton doesn't seem to do well with plans.
"Why not?" She asks. Why not? Really…
"You do remember that Te… that dad works here?" I'm not sure he's going to be really happy about us searching for a woman that he told us was dead.
"Dad? So what if he works there?" Sutton said, not understanding what I was trying to telling her.
"He doesn't want us to find her. So obviously, he's going to know that she's in his hospital, don't you think?" I'm not really sure he's going to be really happy about Sutton and me searching for the one person he doesn't want us to find.
"Oh, that minor problem…?" Minor?
"Well, I have a plan…" Thayer said interrupting us.
I wasn't sure about Thayer's plan, but still, it worked out perfectly. He walked into the hospital, without us, stole a white blouse and just asked a nurse who moved his patient by descripting her. Since we knew, she had had a car accident, it was pretty easy to make her believe it. He texted us the room number and all we had to do, was going straight towards it and avoid every single floor my dad could be on. So, that means using only the stairs. But, it wasn't as hard as I had initially thought.
"Ready to meet our birthmother Ems?" Sutton murmured when we were outside her room.
"I guess." I had no idea of how I was feeling. Too many feelings. Sutton knocked on the door and we walked in. Ethan staid outside the room and would tell us if anyone was coming.
"Annie?" Sutton said calmly. She was awake in her bed, looking at the roof. When we got in, and she heard Sutton, I really thought she would faint. "Hi mom." She added and I could almost feel her shine.
"Sutton?" And then, something went wrong. Annie started to panic, hit her own head. Almost like if she was trying to wake up from a bad dream.
"Mom! Mom! It's okay. It's Emma. Look, it's just Emma!" Sutton said as I just stood next to her.
"She's dead! I killed her!" Annie continued, persuaded that I really was dead. I think she thought she was hallucinating.
"It's me. It's really me." I finally said. Hoping she would calm down. I walked closer to her, as slowly as I could. I wouldn't want to freak her out even more would I? She let me approach her and then slowly touch my hand, the one that I was holding in front of me, you know, just like you do when you approach a dog you don't know. I can't believe I just compared her to a dog!
"OMG Emma! It's really you." She said and took me in her arms. She was holding me so tight to her, that I could feel her heartbeat.
"See mom. I told. Emma is fine." But, when Annie let go of me, I noticed something in her eyes. Something was wrong. "We are all back together now." Sutton said.
"You're not our mom, are you?" I finally asked. Annie had brown hair, and I think you could have thought of us being her nieces or something like that, but we didn't really look much like her. If she is, well that would be great. But I think that's what her eyes are trying to tell me.
"Emma? What the hell!" Sutton was obviously not really happy about my question.
"I'm sorry girls. But I'm not." See I was right! So, why is it that I'm so sad about it? I wished that she really was our birth mom. So we could finally have some answers to our question. It's normal for an adopted kid to wanna know about her origins. So, why is it so hard for us to find out?
"But, you, Emma, ugh?" I guess that left Sutton speechless.
"So how did I end up with you?" I ask her. Well, I had lived her when I was a baby. "Why would you take me away from a family if I'm not your daughter?"
"I'm sorry Emma. I really am sorry."
"Why don't you start from the beginning?" Sutton said once she putted her mind back together.
"I was at the hospital at the same time as your mother. I was about to give birth to a little girl. My little girl." Annie said. Tears were forming into her eyes. "But then things went wrong, and they told me my little girl was dead. I had given birth to a dead little girl I was loving so much already. I was so desperate and sad, that when I heard a woman who had just given birth to twins didn't even wanted them, I got mad. I thought, if she doesn't want her I would. So I did everything I could, to lay my hands on one of you. And I did, I found one of the adoptive families, had all the fake paper work done and brought her home. So I finally had my little baby girl." So, that's how I ended up with her?
"Do you know who our mom is?" Sutton asked. This was the closest we had ever got to her.
"I'm sorry. I have no idea."
"What happened next?" I asked her, eager to find out how I ended up in foster care.
"There was that fire. I was painting in the living room and suddenly the house was on fire. I did everything I could to save you Emma, but someone took me out of the house before I could get you out. He told me you were dead!" She said reviving the whole thing.
"Who told you that?" Why would anyone tell her that I was dead?
"He's name is…" She started but got interrupted by Ethan.
"We have to leave, now!" He said looking at us.
"We can't! Not yet." I said but the look on his face told me there wasn't another option.
"No, no, no!" Annie said and started to hit her head again and scream. This was really terrifying so when Ethan pulled both Sutton and I out of the room, I didn't struggle back.
We were on the hospitals parking lot. I couldn't believe it. We had found her, and turns out, she isn't even related to us.
"Ugh! So close!" Sutton said. She was probably feeling as disappointed as I was.
"I know. But we'll find her Sutton. We will."
We left both Ethan and Thayer at the hospital. They both offered to get us home, but we refused. All I wanted, was just to get home in my bedroom. We haven't said a word during our way back home. Good thing Kristen wasn't home. I loved her so much, but I was too disappointed to see her, not now. I went straight towards my bedroom, and I think Sutton did pretty much the same thing. First thing I did? Take a long shower. I felt like trying to wash the past hours off me. Like if that was even possible. Once I got out, I took one of my old shirt with I love Vegas written on it. The one where the O from love is replaced by a Greek ancient money. I jumped on my bed. It wasn't late yet, so I putted on some really loud music and just started to draw.
I was drawing for who knows how long when someone knocked at my window. I was thinking that is probably was Ethan, when I got up and saw… Laurel.
"What are you doing?" I asked her when I opened the window.
"I've seen Ethan do it, I wanted to know how it felt like…" She said and got into my bedroom. "What's with the old shirt?" She asked as she looked at me.
"What's wrong with my shirt?" Probably a lot.
"Nothing, or better, everything. Want to talk about it?" She continued and jumped on my bed.
"Talk about my shirt?" I don't see what I could tell her about a shirt!
"No, about your problem? I noticed that you seemed to wear old clothes when you don't feel good." Really? That's something new…
"Really?" I was kind of amazed that she knew something about myself I had even no idea off.
"Really. What's about the drawing?" She continued. Maybe I should have hid them before letting her in. I had drawn a woman, with long curvy hair, holding two little babies. One in each arm, but instead of a face, she had a big ?. "Is this an I want to know who my real parents are drawing?" I think I'm drawing things to obviously.
"I guess. I wonder how it comes nobody can even tell us her name." Laurel didn't know about the search…
"Sutton has the same question. She kept asking dad about it during our vacation in Paris." I know that. "But that's how she found you right? Because she dig up some of her past?"
"Yes, that's how she found me. But she doesn't know anything else either."
"Could you imagine if Ted had picked you, instead of Sutton?" No, actually I can't. Would be, I don't know, weird. I would feel like if I had missed out my whole life. It would be like if my crappy life could have been perfect. So, it's better not to think about it.
"Not really. I rather not think about that."
"So, it's your birthmother? That's why you're wearing that shirt?" I nodded. "What do you think she was like?" Laurel thought our birthmother died, just like Ted and Kristen had told Sutton and her.
"I don't know. I like to think she was an artist."
"Would be nice… So, something you want to say? Or maybe I could help you feel better?"
"What about some ice cream? And a movie?" I proposed. Nothing better than some girl time right?
"I'm on it!"
So it's been a while since I updated. But I'm busy studying for the exams I have to do over, and I'm writing on my second book at the same time. So it's not that easy. Besides, I haven't any inspiration lately and it kind of makes it hard to write a good decent chapter.
And when I learned we weren't going to have a 3th season, I was sooo disappointed. They are cancelling one of the best shows ever!
But that's not the point. Here's the next chapter, I hope you'll like it and that I'll read some of yours reviews very soon.
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