C H A P T E R T W E L V E
s t a t u s
unedited
w r i t t e n
2017
I hadn't seen my brother since the night the police caught us in the motel Westbrooke, eating stolen foods and sleeping in a room we didn't pay for. They tried to bring us in that night. They didn't.
Once I left the prison after the terrible visit with the man who wasn't even my father, I grabbed one of those free bikes they had around the city and headed to the public library. The computers were severely outdated, but Google can run on anything.
"Johnathan Vega" + "Smythe City"
I searched the terms and the program pulled up a site on Johnathan Vega, a man whose charity worked with foster homes in the city. It was him.
And there he was, sitting in a wheel chair next to a beautiful girl. His wife. He was married. And she was holding a baby. His kid. My niece. I missed all of that when I ran.
Johnathan was what? 25 now? It had been so many years since I had seen him. So many years since I freaking lost control of my powers and paralyzed him. And I didn't even stay to help him.
I was scared and he told me to run. So I did. When I looked back, they had cuffs on him. He couldn't even fight back.
I clear the history on the computer and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I walked out.
Where was I headed? Would he even want to see me? I hadn't changed much at all, and he was a charity man. What would he think of me?
I got back on the bike and walked it over to the sidewalk, hesitating to get on. I needed to see him, but what would that mean for him and his life? His sister shows up after a couple years and starts asking questions, only to run off again in search of the next answer? What if he thought I was dead?
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A/N: Okay, it has been a long while. I didn't plan on ever coming back to this, but I just logged in for the first time in a long time and read through all of your comments. I was physically laughing. I love you all.
This was a draft of a chapter that I never finished. It has been so long since I've been working on this book that I have forgotten everything that's happened so far, but I still remember exactly where I wanted to go with it. If I continue to update, it will be slow, but I definitely want to make the attempt. Thanks! Xx
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