Chapter Two
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{Tyra's Pov}
"How?" I asked him skeptical about how some man who looked like my father but didn't sound like us, would be the answer to my prayers.
"Department of Human Services caught wind that you were being abused one of your professor at school notified them and when they called Selene and she said no one lived there they goy suspicious. They sent a unit with two police officers to your house and found her beating you almost to death and they told her to get off of you but she wouldn't so they tesered her and then when he still wouldn't stop they had to use lethal force on her."
"So she's dead?" I said, the emotions not daring leave my voice.
"Not exactly, she is in critical condition in the ICU, they shot her right above his heart and there is a small chance she might not make it but the doctors are hopeful that he will survive."
"Pity"
She looked at me incredulouy, Surely she didn't expect me to feel sorry for the b***h who used and abused me for almost an entire year.
"What? Do you see these scars, these bruises? They are all from her. Not to mention the ones you can't see. Don't judge me for how I react to his pain. If anything she deserves it a million times over.
That shut him up real quick, There was a pressure in my throat that felt thick and heavy. Like I was about to cry but I refused to. I sucked it up abd swallowed down my grief and my pain, the force of doing so almost making me pass out.
" I wasn't judging, I was just surprised that"s all. I didnt think all of this was from her" he trailed off.
"Who else would have done it?"
"I don't know I just prefer to give people yhe benefit of the doubt, which you aren't neccessarily doing for me."
I snorted.
"Well maybe I would if you told me who you were, or maybe even your first name?"
"I'm sorry, forgive me it's been a long day and a long flight. I'm Sebastian Meer your brother."
I gaped at him in awe, surprised at what he had just told me. I had never known that my father even had a son.
"what do you mean, you're my brother?"
He nodded his head solemnly.
"I assume our dad never told you about me, or hes family overseas, did he?"
I shook my head in response to him question, my mind still reeling from what he had told me. How could I have an entire family that I had never met, let alone heard of?!
"Well that's understable. We had a falling out, you could say. Our father didn't want him marrying someone who wasn't of noble blood and that's my mother and when he fell for your mother, well that was for him.
I stayed in the US with grandma and grandpa and he disowned me from his life after that, thinking I took their side instead of him. The truth was, I was never a free spirit like he was, I was to afraid to take a risk and get out from underneath their numb. I'm born with my mom which they obviously hated, and now I'm on my own, until we heard about you, that is."
My ears perked up at the mention of my noneexistent grandparents.
"They know about me?"
She nodded then continued.
"They want to meet you so badly, and once I told them about your circumtances they offered something to you, They want you to come to the US and live with us on our state."
My eyes bugged out of my head.
"Estate? Just how rich are you people?"
She smiled a bit, although it was weary and tired.
"Rich enough, I've lived with my whole life, but to someone who wasn't born into it, it can all be a bit overwhelming."
My mind was reeling and my heart beat started picking up on the monitor, causing a nurse to come in to check my vitals again, and told me that she was going to call the doctor in to check on me since I was awake.
When she left, we finished our conversation.
"So why do you want me go live with you if you've never even met me before today, if you don't know anything about me?"
"Wll, for one, we are your only living relatives, No one knows where your biological mother is, and no one want you going to your step mother's next kin.
Your only other option besides going with us is going into the foster care systems. Which would you prefer, living a life of luxury and wanting for nothing with your actual flesh and blood, or going into foster care and probably never going back to this place again regardless?"
She made a valid point.
"Say I do go with you, how do I know you guys aren't the worst people in the whole world, how do I know you won't like enslave me to be your maid forever or something?"
You could tell I wasn't a very trusting person.
"We already have enrolled in the best school in the country, you'll received top of the line education for the last bit of your junior year and your following senior year, although over there we call it college. You'll notice everything is slightly different over there as well.
We also have one of our own systems of child care over in the US who will check up on you regularly, and they are far more vigilant than the system over here. I have the paperwork for your school as well as receipts of things recently bought for your new room, clothes, shoes, a televesion, a computer. Would we buy you all of these things if we were going to force you into a life of servitude?"
I started deep into him, the veins a bit more prominent in them and they were slightly yellowing with his older age with laugh lines framing his face and I notices soft wrinkles encased her delicate features.
He looked like my father. A sharp shot of pain across my chest and I almost out from the force of it.
"I know, I miss him too."
The fact that he knew exactly what I was thinking about and when completely blew my mind, Perphaps we were more connected than I thought.
Just then, a social worker came into the room.
"I see you've met our aunt Melisa. I've met her and we've done throught check of her home overseas, as well as backround check on her and the people who you will be living with, We greatly approve of the school choice and we think you'll thrive in US. What do you say?" he asked me softly the all black of him ensemble showing that he meant business.
I sighed, closing my swollen eyes both from crying and from the black eyes.
"When do I leave?"
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