Panic Prone
Chapter Thirty-three
skittlesxrayn
Tracker walked in to his office after Towerz and Alex left. Spinner followed him in. Scratching his head.
"What was that about?" Spinner asked, looking at his brother.
"Are you serious that forgetful? Or just stupid?" Tracker asked, flipping through the draws of his desk.
"What did I do now? Can you just tell me instead of beating around the bush?"
Tracker sighed, sitting down in the chair behind the desk, "Look, you were a baby when some shit went down. I was about 8, I think."
"What shit?"
"Mom, was pregnant, after you."
"And?" Spinner asked, still clueless.
"She knew she wouldn't be able to handle another kid. We could barely get by. Dad was always out, drinking. She was trying to hold down a few jobs. Mom carried the baby to term. Dad had no idea. She went away for a few days. When she came back, she was thinner and depressed."
"What happened?"
"She gave the baby up for adoption. I found out it was a girl. We have a sister."
Spinner nodded, "But, what does that have to do with Emma?"
"Emma's a year below you in school right?"
"Yeah, she is." Spinner thought for a second and then jumped up, "No freaking way, man."
Tracker rolled his eyes, "It's possible. She's adopted. Fits the age. Blonde hair. She looks like Mom, Spin."
Spinner fell back in to his seat, "Holy shit."