Next Generation (Part Two)

Part 5

Iris's POV

"Mom, I'm going out alright?" there was no answer. We still haven't talked. Although I didn't know what she had been through it seems to be harder for her than for me. Because I wasn't sure if she had heard it, I left note.

Walking down the streets at the beginning of fall was something nice. It wasn't cold, but neither really warm.

I often just walked out at the afternoon, staying out a while in a park that was kinda unpopular, or rather unknown. But it was quiet, I liked it. It was somehow just a small hill and at the other side woods. Around it was a fence, it wasn't really useful, but it looked nice.

Coming there I noticed someone sitting on the hill smoking. They wore an old looking gray beanie and a blue printed shirt, they had black hair. Getting closer I noticed it was Dallas. I guess he heard me so he waved, without looking at me. I sat down next to him and asked what he was doing. He raised the cigarette, it meant he smokes.

"No I mean, what your you doing Here?" he shrugged.

After a while sitting there with him, just staring at the scenery, I got boring. I looked at him. "You have another?" I pointed at the cigarette. He shook his head, took out a small notebook and pen. He wrote something on it and gave it to me without looked at me either.

"I don't give pretty girls cigarettes, it's a waste."

I looked at him and smiled. Other than his brother he seemed nice. "Thanks." Somehow, when he says he nothing I like it better than if I am with a guy who can. It's calmer.

I don't know why, but we sat there until the sun went down. He was long finished with his cigarette and gave me another note.

"I Have to go, see ya tomorrow"

I nodded and he stood up, helping me up. He waved again as he walked in the other direction.

On my way back home I thought about how things are right now. My mom seeming scared, a new student. New parents, should I met them and talk with them, or should I just forget about it?

But even before I had an answer, and opened the door, my question was not needed. They already were here.

I stood uncomfortable at the door way. Sasha was sitting on the couch, behind her the man I met before. "P-Please come in, honey." Mom said. I looked around the room. "Where is Connor and... Dad?" I felt uneasy using the word dad in front of him about someone else other than him.

"Connor is at a friend's place, and Antoine is still working. Please sit down, we have to talk." Slowly I walked to the chair and sat down. I didn't know what would happen. Would they take me with them? Would they stay or go? I was too excited to think clear.

"So, uhm, you already know both of them." She sighed.

"Okay well, I'll be straight. They are your real parents. My sister and my old friend. I still can hardly believe it myself, but it is how it is."

"If you have questions, ask them." Sasha, or mom, said.

Of course I had a bunch of questions. I didn't know where to begin.

"Why did you give me away?" I looked at the floor. It was silent for a minute.

"I-I wasn't ready. And our life was complicated at that time. We had a lot to care about, and a child wasn't planned at all." The man was looking somewhere else. The anger was built up in me. I didn't know why, but I was really angry. At first they didn't want me and then they come to tell me. Why? It was so perfect without them. I don't need them. There would just me more confusion.