The Forgotten Hybrid Princess

Chapter Eight

Walking in the back door I could tell that she was still sitting in the living room doing what I don’t know and at this point I really don’t give a dam I was mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. I just want to take a long bath, relax, and forget that this day ever happened.

Walking pass the living room heading up to my bedroom she looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it I guess the look on my face said it all. Finally in my room all I wanted to do was cry some more but I didn’t think that I had anymore tears to cry. Grabbing some night clothes, I walked into the bathroom turning on the water and plugging up the tub sprinkling in some bath salts and lighting some candles. With so many things running through my mind the main question was did I really want to live in this cruel world without my parents. Sliding into the tub I just sat there and let my mind wonder of the possibilities as I closed my eyes.

Luckily enough my aunt and uncle decided that it was a better idea for me to come and stay with them, after seeing the state that I was in they thought that it would be a good idea to be around my friends or shall I say family. My aunt and uncle decided that it would be best if they were the ones who was in charge of preparing all of my mother's funeral arrangements so that I would not be too overwhelmed. I thought that was good gesture because I was physically, mentally and emotionally not up to burying anther parent so soon. But I did wonder in the back of my mind where were they when my father died and me and mom was going that process alone. Being at my aunt and uncles wasn’t so bad at times, because I had my cousins that I could lean on for support whenever I was feeling blue or not really myself. But they knew how much I loved and missed my parents, and they also knew that there was somethings that I would have to deal with on my own.

Lexi and Mo were more than just my best friend’s, we were cousins on my mom side, who would have thought. I helped them with small things in regards the arrangement of my mother's funeral, which was hard for me at times, but I have to admit that it ended up being a lovely service, I know my mother would have been proud. I just gave them the concept and they brought all her wishes to life, that was probably the hardest day of my life watching my mother being lower in the ground next to my father her husband.

After the funeral service, Aunt Fatima informed me that the house would not be put up for sell, and that everything was still there just the way we left them. She also advised me that it would be a good idea to pack up all my parent’s belongings since I would no longer be staying there, that was probably going to be harder than saying goodbye. But only when I was ready to relive the memories of my family, she hadn't talked to my mom in years, and she didn't know if my mom had anything at the house that was of them. She silently let me know that we would do that whenever I was ready no rush. I did not press her for the reason why she and my mother had not talked in years I guess when she is ready to tell me the story then she will. At this point I don’t think that I really care anymore I had lost the only family that I had known and gained a new family all in a matter of days. To say that I am still adjusting would be a major understatement, but I will try my best to not throw anger everywhere.

A couple of months after the funeral I had finally decided that I would go back to the house and pack up some of my thing to bring to my aunts and also some of my parents' things. My aunt and the twins decide that they would come with me just in case I ended up breaking down while packing up some of my parents' belongings. I didn’t argue with them because I thought that it would be in vain plus they all looked dead set on coming me whether I wanted them to or not. As I was packing up some of my parents belongs, I stumbled across some boxes that I had never seen before, some had pictures in them, some had some papers in it but the one that really caught my eye had my name on it. As I sat down looking at the pictures, I found my mind kept wondering to the box that had my name on it I wonder what that can be.

Opening the box, I noticed that there were some important papers in there along with some picture of me over the years. I sat back smiling to myself looking through some of the papers that was in the box when I saw a folder with my name on it. I opened the folder and seen several papers and two letters, as I opened up one of the letters a piece of paper fell out. Reading the letter, I realized that they were adoption papers. I had just lost the only parents I have ever known, then I find out that I’m adopted, I was livid. Things just keep getting thrown at me from different directions and this point I don’t know which way is up anymore. They could have told me I had the right to know, but right now was not the best or right time to be upset at my parents for what they did.

Sitting here in a chair in the corner reading through the adoption papers, I did notice that the papers were drawn up in Creedmoor, Tx., that isn't too far from us. I had almost forgot about the piece of paper that had fallen out earlier. As I proceeded to read what was written on the piece of paper, I now kind of know why they never told me. There was nothing that they could have really told me because they didn’t know themselves.

“Please take care of our beautiful daughter, her name is Heaven."

No last name or the names of my birth parents I had decided to keep this little information to myself for the time being. Once we had packed up everything and covered all the furniture it was time to say my final goodbye. When we made it back to the house, I gave my aunt one of the boxes that I had found that was full of pictures of her and my mom even some newspaper clippings that she had been saving. Apparently, something happened back when they were younger, and they stopped talking to each other. I have yet to ask my aunt what happened that caused her and my mother to stop talking all those years ago. My aunt went on to marry one of the richest men around that I know of Mr. James Hightower. He is a powerful CEO of a hotel chain, a construction company, and real estate.

I eventually fell into a deep depression with all the new information that I had found out, trying to understand what was happening to me, why this was happening to me, and on top of that why my birth parents didn’t want me. But little did I know things were about to get even stranger for me.

I turned 19 a couple of weeks after we packed up my parents' house, I really wasn’t in the mood for a party or anything I really just wanted to be alone. So, Aunt Tima and Uncle James just decided to have a small dinner and invited Kol since I haven’t seen him in a while, I was cool with it. I would tell you that the dinner was a good idea but to be honest I don’t think that it was this was the first birthday that I would spend without my parents. The food was amazing to say the least and the cake was beautiful but the whole time I was expecting one of my parents to walk through the door and tell me that is was all just a bad dream, but it never happened. I know that they could see the unease in my facial features, but I didn’t want them to think that I was not grateful for the time and effort that they had place into trying to make this dinner special for me.