Found

Chapter 2

MIRABELLE'S POV

Its now been a couple hours and I'm so tired. My legs feel like they're about to give out any second. I finish the last table and go lean on the counter. I sigh and close my eyes for minute. Then Martha comes up to me,

"Darling you look tired, why don't you get your stuff and go home and rest?" She suggested with a soft smile.

"But Martha their is still a couple people left. " I said, trying to convince her to let me stay, but she wasn't having it.

"Its okay hun I'll take care of it and anyways your shift ended hours ago, you always stay overtime, you need rest my sweet girl." She said.

"Are you sure?  You know I don't mind staying I love working here." I asked to make sure.

"Yes honey its okay now go get your stuff, its getting late I don't you walking late at night." She replied. I nodded my head and went to get my bag and put my work stuff away. I said goodnight to Martha and Jerry and started my way to hell.

As I was walking, I had a feeling like something happened. I don't know what it is but I had a feeling like something big is going to happen and soon. Too lost in my thoughts I didn't notice the bright blue and red lights and the police cars outside my home. I felt my heart start beating faster with each second.

Why is the police here? Oh god what if John did something and they are going to take me instead? With all those thoughts I didn't notice a police officer walking towards me.

"Excuse me, Are you Mirabelle Thompson?" Asked the officer.

"Yes sir, is everything okay?" I asked, concern clear in my voice.

"I'm sorry, honey but your stepfather had an overdose and sadly he didn't make it." He said, pity in his eyes and voice.

I felt my heart stop. John is dead. He's finally dead. He can't hurt me anymore. I'm free from his claws. I never thought that he would die before me, I always thought that maybe he would go too far someday and kill me for good. My dream has come true.

But then suddenly, a thought came to mind. Where will I go? I don't have a father, my mother always told me that when he found out she's pregnant he told her that he didn't want me and left. I have no aunts, uncles, grandparents that I know about.

I have heard about the foster system and I don't wanna go from one bad house to another.

"But where will I go? I don't have anyone that can take me in." I said, fear gripping my heart and chest.

"We will take you to the station to get a blood sample and see if you have any relatives that would like to take you in. If not then you will be placed in an orphanage or the foster system. For now why don't you go pack your stuff and then we will go ok?" He suggested, sympathy clear in his voice.

I nodded and went to the house to get my stuff. I didn't have a lot of stuff so it didn't take me long to pack them up. I had two shirts, two sweatshirts, one pair of sweatpants, one pair of leggings and a pair of underwear and a bra. I put them in my backpack and took out the money I have been saving all my life. I counted them and they turned out to be 1,500 dollars.

I put them in my bag and looked at the room one last time. The thought of leaving sounds so surreal, It feels too good to be true.

I looked at the room one last time and went downstairs. When I reached down I went to the officer that I talked with before and told him I was ready. We got inside the car and started driving towards the station. Once we reached we parked and went inside. He told me to sit down and wait for him to come back.

Once he came back he took my blood and told me the results will be back in an hour. It was 8:30 by now and I was exhausted. So I closed my eyes and I felt myself drift off.

ONE HOUR LATER

I felt someone shaking me from my shoulder and I immediately shot up thinking it was John. But once I saw the officer I relaxed. But he had a wide grin on his face which confused me. But what he said next confused me even more.

"Well I have some good news for you, we found someone that would love to take you in." He said with a wide smile.

" Who?" I asked curiously.

"Your father and older brothers." He replied.

I stood there frozen. I couldn't hear anything else he was saying. 'Father', that word kept repeating in my head over and over again. Why would he want me now? Why? He could have saved me years of pain and anguish and now he wants me? I couldn't believe this. My ears kept ringing, my heart kept beating out of my chest.

I didn't notice the officer calling my name until he started shaking my shoulder. I flinched and stepped away from him with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.

"F-father?" I whispered, still in shock about what I was just told.

"Yes father, isn't that great? Well how about you rest for a while, it'll be a couple hours till he arrives since he's coming from New York." He explained.

I nodded, I couldn't form any words, nothing could come out of my mouth. Its like my tongue was tied,
'Father' I have a father and he said I have brothers.

How many brothers do I have? Will they like me? What if they hate me? What if they never wanted a sister? Oh god what if they hurt me? I could barely keep up with John and now a father and brothers. I couldn't think anymore as I could feel a headache starting. I rubbed my temples and took two painkillers.

My body hurts so much and with this new information. I rested my head against the wall and thought about something, will this be my new start with my new family or will it be my new hell? With that I drifted off.