After years of being between foster family's, Kyle Townley finally decided to find out who his real parents are. When he discovers his biological father is alive and well, his main mission is to find him
But little does he know what this could mean...
I had nothing to lose really, so I decided to go for it. I was sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office closest to my house. I'd lived all other the country, I was born in the midwest, North Yankton somewhere, and since then I'd made my way down the south coast. Now, I was living in Broker, or I did before. I'm currently not living anywhere right now, at least not permanently. These friends of mine let me live rent free in their rundown, shitty apartment near Dukes. I sleep on their couch at the moment, I was currently looking for work, it had been hard to come by. I was slinging dope whenever possible, this gave me enough money for me to come and get this DNA test. I don't know what plagued me to do it, but I'd always wondered who my real parents were, I guess I thought I'd give me peace of mind. We'll see.
"Kyle Townley?" The doctor called, I stood up and followed her into her office. She smiles at me and told me to take a seat down across from her, I did. 'So, Kyle. What can I do for you?" She asked she pushed her glasses up from the bridge of her nose towards her eyes.
"I just wanted to get a DNA test," I said timidly, I was a pretty shy person by nature.
"No problem," She said. 'I'll be right back." The doctor walked into a store closet in the office. I sat looking at the ceiling, I never liked going to the doctor. She came back with this rather large test tube and handed it to me. "Now," She said pointing out a mark on the test tube. "I need you to fill this test tube with saliva up to that line, It might take a while." She smiled. I looked at it.
"Do you think you could take some blood, too?" I asked. She looked at me strangely.
"Why?" She asked.
I just shrugged. "I guess I was wondering if there was a way for me to find out who my parents are, like. Maybe you could access the results of other people in the country, see if I match with anyone?"
The doctor looked at me sympathetically. "I guess we could do that for you if you want to know more about your blood. But you DNA test should be able to tell you who your parents are. You wand to donate some blood instead?" I was scared of needles too, but I was desperate.
"I don't see why not," I told her, she smiled and lead me to another room in the building, where they did immunisations and where people donated and stuff like that. I started filling up my test tube, I spat in it a little at a time. She wasn't wrong, this is going to take me forever to fill up.
I sat up in the chair and rolled up my sleeve, the doctor prepared a needle for me. I was starting to get nervous. "So, do you know anything about your biological parents?" She asked
I thought about it. "I was born in North Yankton, 1995. My mother just gave me away. I think it must have been a one night stand or something, she didn't think twice. I really don't know much." I spat in the test tube again.
"Hm," The doctor said, "She stuck the needle in my arm, I tried not to flinch. It kind of hurt but I'd experienced worse, way worse. I turned my head, I didn't want to see the blood being taken from my skin. Before I knew it, it was over. She bandaged me up and took my blood away. "All done." She said as she wheeled the syringe that had my blood in it away on a little tray.
"Thanks, Doctor," I said. I spat in the test tube once more and handed it to her.
She laughed, "And your DNA results will arrive in the mail within the week.' She said taking the test tube. "I'll see you next time?" She asked.
I nodded, "Yeah." I said, "Sure." I left the clinic and took a taxi back to my friend's apartment. I climbed the stairs, the elevator had been broken for years now, nobody had been bothered to fix it and I don't blame them. I unlocked the door to the apartment and went inside. My roommate or one of them was passed out on the floor. I sat down on the couch and pulled out a cigarette. I lit in and inhaled deeply, it relaxed me
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I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. I was eager to know what the results were, I was hoping at least one of my parents were alive, so I could contact them. I wanted to meet them, badly. My foster family had kicked me out once I turned eighteen, for the government wasn't paying them to keep me anymore. So there I was, on the street for several days until I contacted the old friend I now lived with.
I'd gotten myself into plenty of trouble over the years. Drugs, alcohol, girls, the whole lot. I was told to pick my poison and I look everything. I was really depressed growing up, I still am. I watched Bill as he slept on the floor, his snoring was loud and it annoyed me. I kicked him slightly. He coughed. I kicked him again. "I'm up!" He yelled sitting up, I rolled my eyes.
"Do you know what time it is?" I asked him. he looked confused.
"No." He said slowly.
"It's late," I told him. I put out my cigarette and walked into the bathroom.
