One Of The Children

Chapter 1

2 years ago.

We had pulled up to this white-bricked blue door fifteen times in the last three days, seven days after my birthday. My body ached from the pace of the last three weeks, moving and lifting boxes back to back really wore me down. Moving was something I was use to, been doing  all of my life, but this one was my different.

This one was me.

I had did something bad, very bad.  I had did something new to me, and she knew about it, so I snapped.

"I'm sick of this shit." I yelled in the Beyonce' serenaded car.

She tossed her head back and forth, "Excuse me!?" she yelled before forcing the car into park. She looked at me like a mother lion ready to chastise her cub. I shrunk a little, remembering the parental hold she had on me. I had just turned 13 and my world had been turned upside down,  but to her I was just smelling myself. She raised her finger and shook it back and forth, shaking her head no.

"Boy, you ever take that tone and/or curse at me again its gonna be me and you." Her threats shook me to the core.

She was dead serious.

The tempered look on her tan brown face and furious brown doe eyes sealed the deal, making me wish I could take time back.

"I'm sorry ma," I pleaded "I just...." I couldn't find the words as my breathing started to rapidly increase. Memories started to flood my mind, making my hands shake slightly.

A note.

A kiss.

Blood on my hands.

My mom grabbed my hand, locking hers into mine. She pulled me into her with her other hand, soothing my shaking body. The embrace gave me false security, forcing me to believe that everything was alright. It wasn't. She let it go on for a few more seconds before she pulled back and forced me to look at her. I could tell she was on the brink of tears but she was holding them  back. She couldn't do that right now. She was serious. She had to be strong.

"That thing you did. Those things you did. You cant do them anymore," her face was stern, a wrinkle nowhere to be found, "There is a lot you don't know but it's not safe right now. I need more time."

She held her pinky finger up. "Trust me?"

I looked at her for a brief second before locking my pink finger with hers.

"Trust you."

Present Day

"Name?" The woman over the telephone said.

"Cadence Gama." I entered my room, closing the door behind me.

"Ethnicity?"

"African American."

The clicking of her lap top took up a few seconds.

"Height?"

"5'11."

I sat down in the chair in my room, grabbing a my notebook and a pen from my nearby dresser. I popped the pen top off, scribbling on the paper to make sure it had enough ink.

"You said the DNA test results will be available in three weeks?"

"That is correct sir, we already received your DNA samples and the process to analyze them will begin soon. As soon as we have everything we can get from them, all information on family you could possible have will be available to you." She said, typing some more on her computer.