Lost And Found

Chapter Five

It was my first ever vacation abroad. I was excited and I thought that mom and dad could work out things between themselves. I thought that the vacation would make everything better and that we would go back to being a happy family again.

During our holiday together mom and dad got into argument. Iris wanted to give them their privacy but I couldn't. I couldn't just walk away when I could hear mom crying as they argued about a divorce and saw dad walking out of his room as he also cried. It's hard to bring a man like my dad to tears. It was the first time I ever saw him get emotional and it hurt.

I walked into their bedroom the night of the fight. Mom cried herself to sleep on the king sized bed and dad was on the sofa, trying his best to fall asleep. I walked into the room and found a thick brown envelope next to mom as she slept.

The papers that I found in the envelope shattered my whole world into tiny peices. The divorce papers with their signatures on it not only ruined my life but it also ruined Iris, Milo, Jameson and Noahs life. It ruined us to the point where we were so lost that we felt like we were fading away from eachother as well as the world.

Me and my twin sister went through alot before we met our adoptive Tessa and her asshole of her husband who we used to call dad. Me and Iris had been through hell and back before they had adopted us. Being with them made me the happiest kid in the world and losing the two of them made me go insane and brought me to a point where I didn't feel like waking up in the morning anymore.

A few weeks after the divorce, uncle DeShaun died. Dad was upset over him and he left. He left us kids behind with a broken woman who I didn't recognize anymore. I expected him to come back but he didn't. Mom lost two of her bestfriends and she still stayed with us. Dad lost one and he just disappeared. We didn't get an explanation from him or mom.

That one man that did this to us was hard to forget about. He was always on my mind and I would always think about him when I would wake up and when I would go to sleep. He was in my dreams and he was in the pictures that were hanging all over our walls at home. He was always in our thoughts and him being all over the media didn't exactly help our heart break.

Mom told us he would be back. That there is no way he would leave us. She was delusional for thinking he would come back home. I was delusional for thinking he was coming back. Waiting for him every day and calling him everyday drove me fucking insane.

They actually tried to keep their divorce a secret from us. They made us believe that their was a small chance that the arguing and fighting would stop and that we would all be happy again. That maybe all of this heartbreak would have stopped and I would have been myself again.

Almost two months after dad left, I stopped searching for him. I stopped calling him and his friends and I stopped writing to him. I smashed all the picture frames of him in the house and told Iris and mom to stop waiting for him too.

I remember that day so clearly. It was the day where I lost love for both of them. It was the day where I chose to focus on myself. It was the day I decided to move on and forget about him. I mean, he left us. He left mom whilst she was pregnant and I wasn't only angry at him, I was angry at mom too. We didn't get an explanation. We didn't get any answers to why they split and to why we were abandoned and left heart broken.

It's been 12 fucking years and still I don't have answers.

My eyes flutter open when I feel something wet against my face. My eyes lock onto a pair of green eyes and I watch Chicago as she scans my eyes before she leans down and buries her face between my neck and shoulder, making me reach out and grab onto her head.