New Home Part 7

New Home - Chap 2 Part 7

I looked around for a mirror or anything with a reflection. I questioned myself but mostly that woman; I should look like her nephew. I should be the only one that knew her nephew was no longer with us anymore. Either she was playing dumb or… I grabbed the closest metal tray and looked at it while touching my face. It was my own face, not Albert’s. I looked nothing like the boy that fell from the bridge. 

A miracle or a curse, I hadn’t decided yet.

It meant I didn’t have any ties to this family; I was free. Then again, I contemplated; it could’ve been fun for a while to mess with their minds.

“He had my nephew’s wallet? Where did you get it?” The aunt accused.

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sure my Albert is probably back home right now. He must’ve dropped his wallet and this boy picked it up. Not like he got more than five dollars out of it.” The aunt left the room mumbling to herself. Under her breath I could hear her say, ‘Damn kid probably sold his stuff to this boy. We’ll never see him again.’

“So Rathe, do you remember anything?” Officer Jacks long chestnut pony tail fell in front of her shoulder as she leaned in. It smelt like old spice and I got a flash that it was her ex’s that she couldn’t throw away just yet. Why not? I suppose that was one way to torment one’s self.

How interesting her self-flagellation was. It wasn’t physical but it did the job just as well; perhaps an improvement.

“No.” I sat there staring at myself in the reflection of a tray. My short hair matted and dirty but those high cheek bones and chiseled jaw line were all mine. Father had let me have my own face, but why? There was a price for what he had given me. When I would pay for it was yet to be determined.

Jacobs grabbed the tray and lightly pushed it down on my lap for her to look at my shadowed hazel eyes.

“Would you mind if you came with me until we can find your family?” She asked holding my hand. I didn’t even have to concentrate that much for her to offer. How much trouble would she get into for not putting me through the system? Though the more pressing question was how much trouble would she get into just being around me?

404 words

(To be continued...click next)
The journey of the demon Wrath has only just begun: Preview: "I yanked the tubes from my arm and threw the covers from my body, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”" 

Updated 

Every Thursday & Friday