Authors Note- I know its been a long time since I posted anything for this fic, but I decided to pick it up again, I was really caught up in my other fic, 'hate to love and back' but we are on the last chapter, so I figures its time I pick up the fics I left behind. Because I had some ideas for this one! Please read and review... tell me what you think.
Chapter 4
Acton's P O V
So they found him. He's apparently not available to look after me. Figures. What ever, I don't entirely believe them though, so I am going to go find him myself. He's in Chicago, I took out my savings, I have been saving forever, and I decided that I should go find my father... Find out the truth for myself. I finish shoving the last pair of pants into my bag. I find a piece of paper and scribble a note to my 'foster folks' explaining that I am thankful for them taking me in, but I gotta go. I sling my back pack over my shoulders, I open the window and climb out, being quick, yet careful. I run down the street to the closest bus stop, I am kind of nervous, I wait, ticket in hand. I wonder what he is like? Why he doesn't want me? Where I can find him? James gave me very few clues to work with, the major one being he is a Doctor. His name is Carter, Dr. Carter. I don't know much else about him. I will though once I get to Chicago and check out every hospital there. I know that sounds unrealistic, but I have no other option. I board the bus, its about ten o'clock on a dreary Tuesday night. The bus driver stares me up and down. His grey hair barely visible anymore. "How old are you kid?" He grumbles.
"What's it to you?" I counter. He chews on the tooth pick that is hanging disgustingly from his chapped lips. He grunts then nods his head, directing me to the back of the bus, I oblige, seeing as he did not give me as much trouble as he could have. I pad my way to the back of the near vacant bus, plopping down in a window seat. I rest my head against the window, gazing outside. The bus stays parked for a few moments and I watch as the bus driver leans back in his chair stretching. He looks outside, then towards the three passengers that are aboard his bus before starting the engine and driving.
The bus ride, was long and bumpy, I awoke many times to my head being smashed up against the window, I can feel a bruise beginning to form. I pull my hooded navy blue sweat shirt tighter around my body, yawning. The sun beams in and the cars honk incessantly. I think this could be my home. The bus driver glances back at me, the bus more crowded then when I first boarded. I watch as he picks up the intercom and his voice booms over the system. "Chicago." Is all he says. I expected him to say more, but he doesn't. I stand up and head for the front of the bus, I walk off quickly and look around the big city. I am suddenly really scared of what could happen to me. I start to walk down the street, not sure of where I am going, or how I am going to get there. I see a hospital right off the bat, I guess I could try in there. I am not even sure if he works at a hospital, he could be one of those family clinic type of people. I head over to the hospital. 'North Western', hm, I don't know what I am going to say to him when or if I find him. Maybe why he doesn't want me? What it wrong with me that he can't love? I walk into the hospital, people stop and look at me then get right back to work. I approach the front desk and see a man sitting there, he seems friendly. "Excuse me?" I say standing on my tip toes just to see his face. "Yes?" He says politely.
"Does a Doctor Carter work here?" I ask with hope in my eyes, another man turns around looks at me curiously, he seems as though he knows me. "No." The mysterious man says looking at me, he walks around the desk and kneels in front of me. "Are you lost?" He questions. I shake my head no, I am not lost I just need to find Doctor Carter. "I just need to find him." I say barley audible.
"I might be able to help you." The man hoists me up onto the counter, he grabs a phone book from under the desk, then flips through the pages, taking careful note as to what is written on the top of each page. "I'm a friend of his." The man says, while dialling a number, then placing the phone at his ear. "Hell, Can I speak to Dr. Carter?"
I watch as he smiles, he is very nice I kind of wish he was my dad instead.
"Hey John, its Marvin from North Western, yah I'm good, how are you?" The man seems to find this talk irritating and is eager to get on with the reason he made the phone call in the first place. Me. "Yeah, listen there is this kid here-" He brings the phone away from his ear, placing it on his chest. "What's your name, kiddo?"
"Acton." I whisper, I am afraid the sound of my name will cause Dr. Carter to deny everything. He brings the phone back up to his ear and continues speaking to my 'alleged father.' "There is a boy at our hospital, Acton, who says he needs to speak to you. He's all alone." The man looks at me sympathetically, then hangs up the phone.
"He says he doesn't know you." He wipes his brow, then looks at me again. "Are you sure its the right guy?"
I nod yes, "he's my father, he just doesn't want me." I hang my head, Marvin raises my chin with his fingers, "Hey, want me to bring you over there on my lunch, which starts in ten minutes?" A huge smile crosses my face.
Chapter 4
Acton's P O V
So they found him. He's apparently not available to look after me. Figures. What ever, I don't entirely believe them though, so I am going to go find him myself. He's in Chicago, I took out my savings, I have been saving forever, and I decided that I should go find my father... Find out the truth for myself. I finish shoving the last pair of pants into my bag. I find a piece of paper and scribble a note to my 'foster folks' explaining that I am thankful for them taking me in, but I gotta go. I sling my back pack over my shoulders, I open the window and climb out, being quick, yet careful. I run down the street to the closest bus stop, I am kind of nervous, I wait, ticket in hand. I wonder what he is like? Why he doesn't want me? Where I can find him? James gave me very few clues to work with, the major one being he is a Doctor. His name is Carter, Dr. Carter. I don't know much else about him. I will though once I get to Chicago and check out every hospital there. I know that sounds unrealistic, but I have no other option. I board the bus, its about ten o'clock on a dreary Tuesday night. The bus driver stares me up and down. His grey hair barely visible anymore. "How old are you kid?" He grumbles.
"What's it to you?" I counter. He chews on the tooth pick that is hanging disgustingly from his chapped lips. He grunts then nods his head, directing me to the back of the bus, I oblige, seeing as he did not give me as much trouble as he could have. I pad my way to the back of the near vacant bus, plopping down in a window seat. I rest my head against the window, gazing outside. The bus stays parked for a few moments and I watch as the bus driver leans back in his chair stretching. He looks outside, then towards the three passengers that are aboard his bus before starting the engine and driving.
The bus ride, was long and bumpy, I awoke many times to my head being smashed up against the window, I can feel a bruise beginning to form. I pull my hooded navy blue sweat shirt tighter around my body, yawning. The sun beams in and the cars honk incessantly. I think this could be my home. The bus driver glances back at me, the bus more crowded then when I first boarded. I watch as he picks up the intercom and his voice booms over the system. "Chicago." Is all he says. I expected him to say more, but he doesn't. I stand up and head for the front of the bus, I walk off quickly and look around the big city. I am suddenly really scared of what could happen to me. I start to walk down the street, not sure of where I am going, or how I am going to get there. I see a hospital right off the bat, I guess I could try in there. I am not even sure if he works at a hospital, he could be one of those family clinic type of people. I head over to the hospital. 'North Western', hm, I don't know what I am going to say to him when or if I find him. Maybe why he doesn't want me? What it wrong with me that he can't love? I walk into the hospital, people stop and look at me then get right back to work. I approach the front desk and see a man sitting there, he seems friendly. "Excuse me?" I say standing on my tip toes just to see his face. "Yes?" He says politely.
"Does a Doctor Carter work here?" I ask with hope in my eyes, another man turns around looks at me curiously, he seems as though he knows me. "No." The mysterious man says looking at me, he walks around the desk and kneels in front of me. "Are you lost?" He questions. I shake my head no, I am not lost I just need to find Doctor Carter. "I just need to find him." I say barley audible.
"I might be able to help you." The man hoists me up onto the counter, he grabs a phone book from under the desk, then flips through the pages, taking careful note as to what is written on the top of each page. "I'm a friend of his." The man says, while dialling a number, then placing the phone at his ear. "Hell, Can I speak to Dr. Carter?"
I watch as he smiles, he is very nice I kind of wish he was my dad instead.
"Hey John, its Marvin from North Western, yah I'm good, how are you?" The man seems to find this talk irritating and is eager to get on with the reason he made the phone call in the first place. Me. "Yeah, listen there is this kid here-" He brings the phone away from his ear, placing it on his chest. "What's your name, kiddo?"
"Acton." I whisper, I am afraid the sound of my name will cause Dr. Carter to deny everything. He brings the phone back up to his ear and continues speaking to my 'alleged father.' "There is a boy at our hospital, Acton, who says he needs to speak to you. He's all alone." The man looks at me sympathetically, then hangs up the phone.
"He says he doesn't know you." He wipes his brow, then looks at me again. "Are you sure its the right guy?"
I nod yes, "he's my father, he just doesn't want me." I hang my head, Marvin raises my chin with his fingers, "Hey, want me to bring you over there on my lunch, which starts in ten minutes?" A huge smile crosses my face.