Kardia

Chapter#3

Three months went by with no answers and more questions about my family. Not to help matters, Travis and I were in an intermediate state of our relationship. We were in a relationship but only in private. Everything in my life changed within a day. This was the last day before summer. The day started like any other. Travis walked up to me, and I finally confronted him about our relationship.
"Hey!"
He was upset by something.
"Sup!" I answered, annoyed.
"Are you okay?"
"Not really."
"What's wrong?"
"How long have we been hanging out?"
"Three months."
"You told me three months ago that you will tie up loose ends to date me."
"I'm still doing that. Don't you like what we have?"
"No!"
"Why?"
"I love you, and I can't live this in-between life."
"Grace."
He grabbed my shoulder.
"Lose my number."
I then headed to my first class. I put his number on do not disturb. The rest of the day went by fast. When I got home, I passed out. I was woken up by the pattering of rain on my window. Suddenly there was a bang at my front door. My curiosity threw me out of my bed. I made it downstairs and slowly opened the door. The figure pushed me into my living room. We both fell to the ground.
The figure slowly looked down at me.
"Travis?"
I saw his face covered in blood.
"What happened?"
"It's nothing." He responded.
I got up and closed the door. I proceed to help him up to my kitchen then grabbed a washcloth.
"Explain," I demanded.
"A reunion went bad." He explained.
"What do you mean?"
"I love you."
There was an awkward silence.
"You do...?" I asked.
"Yes."
He grabbed my hands.
"Before I could date you, I had to get my stuff from my ex's house." He explained.
"What happened?"
"She was forced into a car after she attacked me. I chased the car until I couldn't anymore."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
He caressed my face. I continued to clean his face. I slowly moved close to him.
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"Yes." He responded.
He then grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. He then picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes!" I answered.
I took off his shirt, and he the same as me. I woke up in his arms.
"Holy shit! I lost my v-card." I thought to myself.
I realized what happened the night before—also, the fact we were in my kitchen covered in a big blanket. I felt my face blush. Suddenly the sound of steps coming down the stairs. This caused my face to drop.
"Travis, wake up!" I said.
I shoved him awake.
"W-What?" He responded.
I covered Travis in a blanket and ran to the coach. I then wrapped a blanket around my body and fell onto the couch. I proceed to close my eyes,
"Morning, mom," I said.
I acted like I was waking up.
"Morning, sweetie." She responded. U
"Morning." Travis pipped up.
Travis stood up, and his blanket fell off. This caused my mom to scream. She covered her eyes.
"Get some clothes on, Travis." My mom demanded.
We both proceed to run around my house, grabbing our clothes. Before my mom could say anything, the doorbell rang. I beat my mom to the door.
"Hello, Mrs., can we ask you some questions?" The officer asked.
Travis soon disappeared from behind me.
"Sure," I answered.
I stepped outside, closing the door behind me. I wrapped the blanket tighter around me.
"Are you okay, Mrs?"
"Yeah, I just woke up."
"Okay first question, when was the last time you saw Travis Daniels?"
"Yesterday at school, why?"
"That is confidential. Okay, when was the last time you saw Lenna Davidson!"
"Last week."
"What was she doing?"
"She was coming home from getting food with her family." I continued. "Why?"
"She was found dead this morning."
"Oh."
"Thank you for your time."
I got back into the house; Travis met me. I felt the blood drain from my face.
"What was that about?" Travis asked.
"Lenna is dead." I managed to get out.
I collapsed into his arms.
"Oh my god!"
"What happened last night, Travis?"
"I need to leave."
"What happened?"
"I-I didn't kill her."
"Then why are you a suspect?"
"I was the last person to see her."
"That wouldn't be the only reason they would consider you as a suspect."
"You have to believe me."
"Okay."
"I love you."
"Go."
He headed to my backdoor.
"I love you too."
He kissed me.
"I'll find you."
He was gone. I felt tears fall down my face.
"Why are you crying?" My mom asked.
"It's nothing," I answered.
"Ya, sure."
"What?"
"You've been distant, Grace."
"Okay, so?"
"Talk to me."
"Talk to you? How about you be honest with me!"
"What do you mean?"
"Who is Wren?"
"I don't know who you are talking about."
"Bullshit! So why did my mom give me up?"
"H-How do you know?"
"Who are my parents? Alexis?"
"You're too young!"
"Too young? TO YOUNG? I'm seventeen... I'm leaving."
She blocked the door.
"You're not going anywhere!"
"Let me go!"
"Where are you going to grace?"
I ran upstairs.
"I'll figure something out."
I ran into my room and started to pack a backpack. I grabbed a tin filled with money saved up and headed back downstairs. My mom was sitting on the couch.
"I'll answer your questions." My mom said.
"Honestly?" I questioned.
"Yes."
"Who are my birth parents?"y
"Um..."
She took a deep breath.
"I-i'm your birth mom, and Mr. Walker is your birth father."
"What? How?"
"I had you when I was your age." She continued. "I wanted to keep you in my life, but Amy forced me to give you up. They forced me to sign my rights away."
"What about Dad's rights?"
"They paid him off to leave me alone when I was pregnant."
"Why should I believe you?"
She got up and grabbed a book, and flipped through. She pulled a polaroid out.
"Here."
She handed it to me.
"How did you know about what happened with dad?" I asked.
I began to examine the picture. There was a younger version of my mom holding me with my birthday written on it.
"I didn't know at first, well, not until she explained everything your first day." She explained.
"Whose wren?"
"My sister, who died in a car accident a day before you were born."
"What's my birth name?"
"Grace Jay Mclellan."
"Oh."
"Ya, your adoptive family well, the first one's kept your name."
"What happened to them?"
"They died when you were four."
"Oh, so that's when I went into foster care?"
"Yeah."
"How did you find me?"
"Tristan."
"How did you find Tristan?"
"He was the man my parents forced me to marry."
"I-Is Tristan dead?"
"I think so."
Suddenly the police began to bang on the door.
"GO!" My mom demanded.