We arrived at double oak doors, Danny stopped.
"Go on kid, this is your quest. Not mine." I put my hand on the door knob. I let go of Abby's hand. She looked at me mildly shocked.
"I want to go alone." She smiled softly and gave me a kiss on the cheek before I walked in.
"Daniel get out." There she sat. She wasn't anything like I thought.
"Its not Danny...mother." My Adams apple bobbed as she looked up. Her eyes were the color of coffee much like my own. She had lines on her young face showing she had endured in her life. She didn't smile just kept her lips in a tight line.
"O..Oh my god." Her voice was raw with emotion that seemed like she hadn't used in years. She stood and a small smile came to her face.
"Samuel. You... You are an exact replica of your father. Except for those eyes." I wished Abby was with me, I felt so vulnerable. She reached up and touched my hair, then her face showed a pained expression.
"Its soft like your fathers too. I can't do this. Sam you have to understand, please go." My mother didn't want me, she gave me away and hated me. Worst of all, I caused this pain. I caused my fathers death, everything was my fault. I turned and tore out of the building. Abby ran after me but all those long grueling hours on the baseball field payed off as I was able to out run her. I ducked into an alley way and slid to the cold wet cement and stared at my hands. The hands of those who created me, those who hated me. She didn't want to see me, my foster mother was right. I should of stayed in Seattle, my mother was a cold heartless bitch, hardened by the years she spent running from my fathers memory.
I couldn't believe she would send him away! Her own flesh and blood. I stopped running after him, knowing that he would get it out of his system. I walked back into the office and didn't pass Danny another look as I threw open her door and slammed it behind me. She looked up startled.
"Who are you?" She stammered.
"I am your sons girlfriend, and I love your son. That's why I want to have a chat." I sat down in one of the chairs.
"Now you see here, I will not have you speaking to me like that. I told him I can't do this. I can't see him." I stood and looked at her.
"You know he almost tried to kill him self. That's why his parents let him come to try to find you. He knew all his life that his real parents were out there. He left what he knew to come find you! He found his father buried six feet under. He is devastated he will never be able to hug his father. All he ever wanted was to be loved. I have been your sons best friend for years, I know him and he was the funniest carefree man I know. That's why it shocked me when he tried to kill him self. You went through that with Jt didn't you. You know how I feel. He feels that you hate him, that he is nothing but a mistake that killed his father. He blames him self." Silent tears poured down both our faces.
"Liberty I mean no disrespect. But your son has found you, he doesn't want to let go. But this all of it, not knowing, having his hope crushed time and time again is killing him. I don't want the man I love to die. By the sounds of it he is just like his father. You still love Jt, but you are haunted by his memory. Its ok to forget once in a while. Jt would be so disappointed that you just turned your son away. I know you both made a mistake. But if he was here, he would want you to be with your son." I looked down my tirade over.
"How do you know so much? What is your name?" I smiled.
"Abby and I know because my parents are the same way. I know what it's like to have a parent turn you away. Sam was there for me, when my father turned me away. Now I am here for him." I sighed.
"Go find him, bring him here." I stood.
"No, its your turn to find your son. You should of done it by now." I stood and turned.
"Abby, help me. Help me find my son." I smiled and turned to her.
"Come on." She stood and we walked out of the building Danny had a smirk on his face as he entered his sisters office.
"Tell me about your parents." I sighed as we walked in the cold Canadian air.
"They were 19. My mother wanted to keep me. When she told my father her boyfriend for two years. He freaked, he said he wasn't ready to be a father and left my mother. He ran off. I met Sam my third year of school. We instantly clicked and became best friends. I talked to him of the pain of not knowing my father and he related saying he didn't know either of his parents. We've been dating for close to a year." She smiled.
"Is he a good boy? Like does he have a permanent seat in the office?" I smiled.
"No, he stays out of trouble. I make him, but he is big on jokes. There really bad sometimes." She smiled and I looked ahead and saw the stain of red. I ran to it turned the corner and there slumped against the wall was Sam, with his wrist slit wide open. I ran to him and held him, applying pressure to his wrist.
"Sam." I said trying to wake him, my voice raw with emotion.
"Sam wake up. You promised me. You promised me you wouldn't leave." I held him close, his breathing was shallow and his mother just stood there shocked.
"Get help. Do something." I shouted at her. She snapped and called 911.
"That was the same way almost I found his father." I looked up and then it dawned. Out the same way he came in. I held him close numb, hoping he would be ok. I couldn't lose him now.