Played By Strings Of Fate

11th String - I Could Probably Do Better

I look towards the park where our families would spend Sundays at. We would have a picnic and just bond. Now, Richard is always busy as he was transferred to Sheffield for work, Alissa finally went back to Manchester, probably fetching coffee for her boss or pole-dancing or whatever her job is (but I highly believe it's the second), I'm studying my arse off in sixth-form, and Clark had been all around the world. I highly doubt that we could go back to our joint-family Sundays.

I had made it to our street in fifteen minutes and an eerily familiar car on the driveway where Richard usually parked his car caught my attention. I circled it for a while, trying to conjure an idea to who it might belong to.

My eyebrows furrowed. It might seem familiar but I don't know why it is, or where I might have seen it before. It wasn't Clark's or Jesse's. It could be Kiel's but he doesn't even know where I live.

I stop overthinking since I would only tire myself out. I made my way towards the front door and when I was about to turn the knob, the door suddenly opened. An unfamiliar man in a black suit stared down at me. A tall and serious-looking man.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Who the hell are you?" I asked, not too respectful.

He was taken aback by my impolite tone, but before he could speak, Leslie had already made her way to the door.

"Jade, you're home," she said, the black suited man stepped aside so my mum could stand in front of me.

I nodded, "Who's he?" I questioned, bobbing my head towards the man's direction.

"This is Victor. He's from the orphanage where we adopted you," she explained, giving me a look.

I turned to the man and smiled sheepishly, "N-Nice to see you sir."

He raised an eyebrow at me, "I just came to see how you were being raised here."

I gulped. I should've been more polite. I mean, he could find ways to take me back if he wanted to. Leslie won't let me go that easily but still.

"I've been brought up good," I scratched the back of my head, "Just had a bad day, is all," I chuckled nervously.

Victor nodded, "I see. Then you should rest," he gave Leslie and I a nod, "I'll be going on ahead then," he bade us farewell and drove away.

I stared after him until his car turned on the corner and out of my sight.

He came all the way here just to see how I was being raised? Wow. The orphanage was really serious about a child's well-being.

I shrugged and closed the door in front of me. Leslie informed me that there was lasagna in the microwave but I wanted to take a power nap first, so I headed straight to my room.

The moment I saw my bed, my heart sang in delight. I plopped down on the soft mattress face first and sighed happily. All I wanted to do was sleep.

But, like every other thing I want, it was taken away.

My mobile rang with the ringtone I had set for Jesse and I was seriously thinking about not answering it.

I ignored the first few calls but then it got annoying.

I snatched my mobile off the bedside table and glared at the screen before answering.

"What?" I yelled into the poor contraption.

"Um... Am I disturbing you?" A voice, not Jesse thank God, answered with a confused tone.

"Clark?" I inquired, even though I was positive that it was him.