"Daddy, where are we going?" I ask.
Dad had been on the phone for a while, pacing around the kitchen and running his fingers through his hair.
"Just go pack your bags." He says to us, already annoyed from being on the phone for so long.
"Why?" Nate asked.
"Dammit, just do it!" he yells.
We jump and scramble to our room. Dad had always hit us, but he had hit mommy more. One day, she left and never came back. The nice policemen told us that she had went to a place called heaven. She had told us that she would get us out of here, but she lied. She only got herself out.
I put the suitcase and tossed it onto my bed I pack some clothes and zipped it up. One hand grabbed the handle while the other grabbed my little, stuffed bear named Teddy. I looked towards Nate.
"Where do you think he's taking us?" I ask him.
Nate shrugged.
"I don't know, but we need to go before we get into trouble." Nate suggests as I nod.
We drugged our bags back into the living room. Dad grabbed his keys.
"Go get in the car." Dad says bitterly.
We give a quick nod and race for the car. We open the backseats and jump into our car seats. We put our suitcases in the floorboard as Dad got into the driver's seat.
"You two ask any questions and I swear I will pop you right on the lips, do I make myself clear?" he says.
We remained silent.
"Do I?!" he barks.
"Yes sir!" Nate and I say in fear.
I clutch Teddy close to my chest.
Dad pulled into a building and parked.
"Come on." He says as we open the car doors and slide out.
We grab our bags and follow Dad to the building. It was a room with many chairs and there was a woman at the desk. Dad walked up to the lady and we followed behind him. The two adults began to whisper to one another. They would glance at us every once in a while but they mostly ignored us. The woman pulled out a clipboard with many papers attached to it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asks Dad.
Nate and I looked at Dad. He scoffed.
"If I wasn't, would I be here?" he snapped.
The woman glared at him. He sat down and began writing. I looked at the dark-haired lady.
"What's Daddy doing?" I ask her.
She sadly looked at us. Once Dad got done, he stood up. He handed the woman the papers and started heading for the door. We took a couple steps forward before Dad turned to us.
"No, stay." He ordered, like he was telling a doggy.
"Don't you at least want to say goodbye?" the woman asked.
Dad looked at her.
"I guess." He says as he looks down at us.
"Bye." He says as he turns back around and heads for the door.
"Daddy?" we ask. He ignores us as he opens the main door.
"Daddy!" we yell as we began to cry.
He shut the door and went to his car. He backed up and sped out of the parking lot, leaving Nate and I sobbing.
"Oh, come here." The woman says as she picked us up.
We put our heads in her shoulder as we cry loudly.
"Shh, it's okay. It's alright, little ones." She says softly.
She put us on the big couch and we huddle together.
"What's gonna happen to us now?" Nate sniffs.
The lady looks at us.
"Let me go make a call, okay? You two stay right here." She says.
She walks over to the desk and dials a number.
"Yes, I need to speak to the headmistress immediately. What do you mean she's busy?! I have two orphans here in my office! Okay, I'll hold." She says, tapping her fingers.
"Why? Why did he leave us? Why did Mom leave us?" I say, heartbroken.
Nate pulls me close.
"It doesn't matter. As long as I got you, I'll be fine." He says to me.
I nod as I hug him.
"Same here." I say.
A few minutes passed before a young woman in a black dress and hood approached.
"Is this the twins you spoke to the headmistress over the phone?" she asked nicely.
The woman nodded.
"Yes, this is them." She says as she turned to us.
"Children, this is Sister Alexis." She says, pointing the woman.
"Sister Alexis, this is Nathan and Natalie Grant." she says as she turns her head to the woman.
"Get your bags, children." Sister Alexis says to us.
"Where are you taking us?" Nate asks.
"Saint Francis Children's Home." She says as she picks up our bags.
We looked at each other before following her out the door and to the orphanage.