Random Story

I sat there listening to you speak to me. I have tight silver bracelets on my wrists. I haven’t said a word since you brought me in. The room we’re in is cold and dark, a little bit of light beaming through the bar window and the florescent light above my head flickering. I didn’t do anything wrong though you think I did. I see your lips moving, but I hear nothing. Your fingers tuck your hair back and then I finally hear you ask as you sit down, “Do you know why I brought you in?” your voice turned soft and I stared at you.

I shook my head, “No, I have no clue.”

You sighed, “I need to know what you did.”

I calmly quietly said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, detective.”

We have staring contest, your brown eyes against my blue ones. You are quiet and I don’t move a muscle. “Come on, give me something?”

“What is there to give? You put me in these,” my wrist rise from the table, “and you want me to tell you something that I didn’t do?” I rest my wrist back down, “There is nothing to say…other than I know that your M.E. has my DNA so answers that you’re looking for should be found somewhere.”

Your eyes change from wanting answers to questioning, “What are you talking about?”

I shrug my shoulders, “I wish I could tell you…but I can’t, it’s part of my job to keep things hidden and I’m not allowed to say what I want.”

“What could you possible not tell me?” you look so confused.

So I thought of something, “Can I tell you a story?”

“Sure, why not,” you lean back in the chair in front of me.

I lean forward, “It’s about a little girl, who was adopted… she didn’t find out until she was old enough to understand why her mother gave her away.” I sighed, “Her mom was raped and she couldn’t abort the baby…so she gave her up for adoption. The little girl’s name is Keira…” I paused to see if there was any reaction in your eyes, your eyes became soft as I gotten into the story, “Anyway, Keira has a big brother…Parker, and he is a bit older than Keira…but he protected her as much as he could.” I took a deep breath, “Parker is a lawyer…defending the people as Keira put them in jail…” I look at my wrist, “One night while Keira was working…someone attacked her. She froze…she knew who it was…and somehow…felt like she knew better than to freeze like she did…after the attack…she didn’t report it because she was on the job and she pushed it out of her mind…until weeks later, when she was getting sick. Same time everyday…” I looked up at you, “She was pregnant… she had to tell her brother…and of course her boss…” I sighed and felt tears burning in my eyes. “They wanted her off the case, but she was so close and the people trusted her that they couldn’t take her off the case.” I gave a sad smile, “Keira got them all…and was able to have her baby…even though she was raped…she wanted to keep him…a beautiful baby boy.” A tear escaped my right eye and I wiped it away before it became a stream of tears coming down her face.

You stared at me, “What’s his name?”

“She named him, Michael…after her dad…” my eyes focused on my hands. “Keira had to get Parker to watch him…because she was assigned to another team what seems like right after she had him, but she would break prodigal just to see him...she didn’t care that he was made from a rape, she wanted to be a good mom…and she did as best as she could. Apparently, this one case she couldn’t go see him at all…and got in trouble…”

“What kind of trouble?” you ask eagerly for me to give you an answer.
I looked at her, “So much trouble that I can’t tell you the rest of the story.”

You hit the table with your fist, “I can help you if you tell me.”
The door opened, “Detective,” I looked at the door to see a muscular man buzzed cut hair in a blue dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up exposing his military tattoo, tie, and black slacks. You walked over to him and took the folder to open it. He whispered something in her ear and your face looked shocked as he spoke and your eyes became wide. You walked over and sat down and he left.

“What’s wrong detective?” I asked quietly.

“Olivia…call me Olivia.”

I nodded, “Ok, Olivia, what’s wrong?”

Your eyes became a slow sea of tears, “You’re Keira Langon…Trevor’s sister…Michael’s mom…”

I gave her a sad smile, “Maybe?”

“You’re DNA found a match…”

I nodded again, “To who?”

“You have a sibling…” you put the closed folder down on the table.

“Who is it?” I felt my eyes widen even though I had a feeling that my sibling is and you were sitting right in front of me.

As a tear slipped down your cheek, you get the keys to unlock the silver bracelets, “I’m your sister…”

The cuffs made a clanging sound as they hit the table; I nodded, “Ok…” I gave a sly smile and held out my right hand, “Nice to meet you, Olivia.”

You took it, “I’ve been looking…”

“Well, you found me…I’m sorry that you had to search for the answers…and that I couldn’t give them to you…I’ve broken the rules enough…this was my last job.” I held your hand, “Do you want to meet your nephew?”

You smiled, “Please.”

I nodded and smiled, “I can make that happen.”