I slowly pushed the front screen door open. I lifted my orange feet and timidly took a few steps inside the house. I had been outside the for almost four hours, sitting in the woods, or at the beach, or wherever I could just sit. I wanted some time to think.
Angel was my mother. I knew by the song and the dreams. That meant Stitch was my dad.
The Stitch that hated me. The Stitch that thought I was free-loading off of him. The Stitch that thought I was bringing disgrace to his name. The Stitch that wished he had never brought me here.
He was my dad.
Weren't dads supposed to be the kind of people that love you? I thought that dads were the kind of person that looked into your eyes when you were a baby and felt nothing but love for you. My dad couldn't even stand to look at me. My dad wished that I didn't exist.
I crept over to Angel's room. She must be there by herself.
My throat felt dry and my mind was spinning. I felt like I was going to faint. I wished I could run away, but I had to talk to her. I had to say something. I knocked on the door quietly. Maybe she hadn't heard me! I thought. Maybe I could still run-
"Come in." Angel said.
No turning back.
I creaked the door open and walked inside. "Angel?" I said.
"Yes?" She answered. She was making her and Stitch's bed. She grabbed the sheets out of the laundry basket and started unfolding it.
"Um... I mean..." Just say it, "Mom."
Her jaw dropped wide open. She let go of the sheets she had in her hand. It took her about five seconds to grab hold of reality. She jumped over the bed and ran over to me. She grabbed me by the collar, her two clawed hands ripping into my fur. "How did you- What happened- Why did-" She couldn't finish a question. She just looked at me with a glare that was a mixture of disbelief and rage. I wish I could've read minds like my older siblings, but I really didn't need to. She was thinking "Busted."
"I heard you singing The Siren Song. I recognized it. I have dreams of mom- I mean you- singing it to me when I was a pup." I explained to her.
She let go of me and shook her head. "This wasn't supposed to happen... this wasn't supposed to happen..." She kept repeating.
I wish I could've understood how she felt. I wish that I had asked her. But I wanted to know about my puphood, whether it was good or bad. I had to know who my parents were and who I really was.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked.
She looked at me as if I had asked her what color the sky was. "Why didn't I ever tell you? HA! I never even told Stitch! I was ashamed... embarrassed." She said. "I didn't get pregnant by me and Stitch making love. I drank his blood. Something happened inside of me- that's how I got pregnant. Jumba extracted you out of me and raised you like a test tube baby in a lab."
Okay, so in less than a day I had found out (a) The guy that hates me more than anyone in the world is my father and he doesn't even know it (b) I was raised as a freaky lab baby (c) A mad scientist raised me after he had extracted my fetus from my mom. If anyone had a crazier birth, please raise your hand now! Why couldn't I have had those normal parents? You know, the dad that works in some office God knows where, the mom that just cooks and goes shopping and the annoying little siblings that yap around me 24/7 to play or some shit like that. Instead I had a mom that got pregnant by drinking blood and a dad that didn't even wish I lived in this house! That'd make a great family portrait.
Mom was looking down at the ground with tears coming out of her eyes. Why was she feeling sorry for herself? I was the one here who had just found out that I had the two weirdest parents in the world! But, they were still parents, right?
"Mom-" I started.
She cut me off as soon as she made eye contact with me. "You can NEVER tell Stitch!" She said. "If he found out... I just don't know what would happen."
So much for a father-son fishing trip. "But mom, he has to know." I said.
"NO!" She shouted, putting her hands over her ears. "NO! NO! NO! Never! We can never tell him!" She collapsed to the floor and starting crying. The tears were rolling off her pink fur.
I walked out of the room. No one wants to witness an emotional breakdown.
It was almost midnight, but I wanted some assurance. I had to talk to Jumba. I walked into his room upstairs.
"Jumba?" I whispered.
He was sitting at his work table looking through some files on his computer. He turned around and looked at me. "Ah, 626-2. Why the late night hellos?"
"I need to ask you some questions." I said timidly.
"All right, let's start with the askingk of questions." He said.
Oh, geez. That was an Oscar-winning accent. "Um, is it possible for a female experiment to get pregnant by drinking a male experiment's blood?"
Jumba tapped his chin with a quizzical finger. "Hmm... Yes, I suppose if female experiment is to be drinkingk blood of male experiment... Yes, yes, could be possible. But, bah! The odds are a million to one!"
Great, I had had a million to one chance of being born into this crappy life. "But Jumba, don't you remember Angel having that baby?"
"Angel? A baby? I am not knowingk anythingk of the sort." He said.
Jumba wasn't lying. He doesn't lie. But still... shouldn't he remember?
It was pretty early the next morning- Nine A.M.- when I woke up. I had gotten to bed at about three in the morning last night, but I had to figure out my past. I didn't have time to sleep!
I saw Angel walking down the hall with Stitch on their way to the kitchen, probably for breakfast. I walked down the stairs to see them.
"Hey," I said.
Angel turned around and looked at me.
"Um, mom-" I got cut off.
That look she gave me was cold enough to freeze this entire island.
"What'd he say?" Stitch asked.
"Nothing." Angel answered in a split second.
"Really? I thought he-"
"He didn't." Angel grabbed Stitch's hand and brought him to the kitchen. She turned around and looked me in the eyes for a split second. That was just enough time for her to growl at me.
I hung my head and stared down at the floor. I knew I would never say that word to anyone again.
Author's Note: Okay, it's a good thing I sent this chapter to Bohrok127 for proofreading before I uploaded it. In the first draft, I wrote that Angel got pregnant by drinking spit instead of blood. Thanks for picking up on that, Bohrok. He explained it to me, "If you could get pregnant from drinking spit, then kissing would have deadly results!"
Angel was my mother. I knew by the song and the dreams. That meant Stitch was my dad.
The Stitch that hated me. The Stitch that thought I was free-loading off of him. The Stitch that thought I was bringing disgrace to his name. The Stitch that wished he had never brought me here.
He was my dad.
Weren't dads supposed to be the kind of people that love you? I thought that dads were the kind of person that looked into your eyes when you were a baby and felt nothing but love for you. My dad couldn't even stand to look at me. My dad wished that I didn't exist.
I crept over to Angel's room. She must be there by herself.
My throat felt dry and my mind was spinning. I felt like I was going to faint. I wished I could run away, but I had to talk to her. I had to say something. I knocked on the door quietly. Maybe she hadn't heard me! I thought. Maybe I could still run-
"Come in." Angel said.
No turning back.
I creaked the door open and walked inside. "Angel?" I said.
"Yes?" She answered. She was making her and Stitch's bed. She grabbed the sheets out of the laundry basket and started unfolding it.
"Um... I mean..." Just say it, "Mom."
Her jaw dropped wide open. She let go of the sheets she had in her hand. It took her about five seconds to grab hold of reality. She jumped over the bed and ran over to me. She grabbed me by the collar, her two clawed hands ripping into my fur. "How did you- What happened- Why did-" She couldn't finish a question. She just looked at me with a glare that was a mixture of disbelief and rage. I wish I could've read minds like my older siblings, but I really didn't need to. She was thinking "Busted."
"I heard you singing The Siren Song. I recognized it. I have dreams of mom- I mean you- singing it to me when I was a pup." I explained to her.
She let go of me and shook her head. "This wasn't supposed to happen... this wasn't supposed to happen..." She kept repeating.
I wish I could've understood how she felt. I wish that I had asked her. But I wanted to know about my puphood, whether it was good or bad. I had to know who my parents were and who I really was.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked.
She looked at me as if I had asked her what color the sky was. "Why didn't I ever tell you? HA! I never even told Stitch! I was ashamed... embarrassed." She said. "I didn't get pregnant by me and Stitch making love. I drank his blood. Something happened inside of me- that's how I got pregnant. Jumba extracted you out of me and raised you like a test tube baby in a lab."
Okay, so in less than a day I had found out (a) The guy that hates me more than anyone in the world is my father and he doesn't even know it (b) I was raised as a freaky lab baby (c) A mad scientist raised me after he had extracted my fetus from my mom. If anyone had a crazier birth, please raise your hand now! Why couldn't I have had those normal parents? You know, the dad that works in some office God knows where, the mom that just cooks and goes shopping and the annoying little siblings that yap around me 24/7 to play or some shit like that. Instead I had a mom that got pregnant by drinking blood and a dad that didn't even wish I lived in this house! That'd make a great family portrait.
Mom was looking down at the ground with tears coming out of her eyes. Why was she feeling sorry for herself? I was the one here who had just found out that I had the two weirdest parents in the world! But, they were still parents, right?
"Mom-" I started.
She cut me off as soon as she made eye contact with me. "You can NEVER tell Stitch!" She said. "If he found out... I just don't know what would happen."
So much for a father-son fishing trip. "But mom, he has to know." I said.
"NO!" She shouted, putting her hands over her ears. "NO! NO! NO! Never! We can never tell him!" She collapsed to the floor and starting crying. The tears were rolling off her pink fur.
I walked out of the room. No one wants to witness an emotional breakdown.
It was almost midnight, but I wanted some assurance. I had to talk to Jumba. I walked into his room upstairs.
"Jumba?" I whispered.
He was sitting at his work table looking through some files on his computer. He turned around and looked at me. "Ah, 626-2. Why the late night hellos?"
"I need to ask you some questions." I said timidly.
"All right, let's start with the askingk of questions." He said.
Oh, geez. That was an Oscar-winning accent. "Um, is it possible for a female experiment to get pregnant by drinking a male experiment's blood?"
Jumba tapped his chin with a quizzical finger. "Hmm... Yes, I suppose if female experiment is to be drinkingk blood of male experiment... Yes, yes, could be possible. But, bah! The odds are a million to one!"
Great, I had had a million to one chance of being born into this crappy life. "But Jumba, don't you remember Angel having that baby?"
"Angel? A baby? I am not knowingk anythingk of the sort." He said.
Jumba wasn't lying. He doesn't lie. But still... shouldn't he remember?
It was pretty early the next morning- Nine A.M.- when I woke up. I had gotten to bed at about three in the morning last night, but I had to figure out my past. I didn't have time to sleep!
I saw Angel walking down the hall with Stitch on their way to the kitchen, probably for breakfast. I walked down the stairs to see them.
"Hey," I said.
Angel turned around and looked at me.
"Um, mom-" I got cut off.
That look she gave me was cold enough to freeze this entire island.
"What'd he say?" Stitch asked.
"Nothing." Angel answered in a split second.
"Really? I thought he-"
"He didn't." Angel grabbed Stitch's hand and brought him to the kitchen. She turned around and looked me in the eyes for a split second. That was just enough time for her to growl at me.
I hung my head and stared down at the floor. I knew I would never say that word to anyone again.
Author's Note: Okay, it's a good thing I sent this chapter to Bohrok127 for proofreading before I uploaded it. In the first draft, I wrote that Angel got pregnant by drinking spit instead of blood. Thanks for picking up on that, Bohrok. He explained it to me, "If you could get pregnant from drinking spit, then kissing would have deadly results!"