Shattered

My mom and dad were standing right there in front of me, like that day with the gun shots and the robbery had never happened. It was like I had hid under the bed for nothing, grabbed my things and ran for nothing, never looked back behind me. All for nothing.

“Mom, Dad, is it really you?” I wondered aloud. It was like everything on earth had dropped away except the two people standing in front of me. My dad placed a hand on my shoulder, as if he was testing to make sure I was real as well.

“Kynder, it’s us. We never died.” My dad told me softly. I gawked as a million thoughts flooded my systems with anger, worry, relief, and anguish.

How did they live when I heard the two gunshots? Why didn’t they ever come back and check on me? Why did they leave me to fend for myself? Where were they all along? Couldn’t they at least tell me they were alive? Why did they come back now of all times?!

I had to step back from their presence to clear my mind. My brain nearly shut down in a mental panic attack. No, this couldn’t be happening. I loved my parents and were devastated when they “died”, but they better have a damn good reason why they chose to show up now!

“Why, why are you back here?” I asked them. Austin stepped up behind me. Before I knew it, my dad and mom both had a gun out of their pockets and fingers ready to pull the trigger. We all froze at the suddenness.

“Back up from my little girl.” My mom snarled in the over protective mother voice.

“Look, we don’t want-“ Alan defended. My mom swung the pistol in his direction and the ginger backed up. My mind blanked. The parents I had grown up with for twelve years were the sweetest, kindest people I knew. Who were the people claiming to be the ones who originally raised me?

“We’re taking Kynder, and if you move, we’ll shoot. We don’t take well with slave owners.” My dad threatened. My mom’s soft eyes made contact as she motioned for me to get in the jeep.

“Get in the jeep, Kyn. We need to leave quickly.” My mom instructed. I shook my head and stepped in front of my dad’s gun, right between Austin and the bullet. If they really were my parents, they wouldn’t shoot me.

“No. I can’t get in the jeep with you, mom.” I told her firmly. I didn’t want to disobey her, she was my mother after all! But I did have to do what I needed to stay here.

“Cole, put down the gun.” My mom sighed and told my father. He glowered at Austin and Alan.

“They aren’t owners anymore. They withdrew from the market and I live with them now.” I explained as calmly as I could remain. A thousand questions flashed through my head at a million miles a second. My parents relaxed a fraction of an inch, but didn’t let up with the glares.

Something clicked in my mind.

“Wait, how did you know they used to be slave owners?” I asked them warily. My mom sighed.

“Skye, we should tell her.” My dad responded. Austin and Alan were still frozen into silence.

“Okay, but we have to hurry. We don’t know how much time we have until Nicco figures out where we went.” My mom clicked the safety on the small firearm and approached me, always looking down with those soft, tender eyes.

What had happened when I was gone?

“Wait, who’s Nicco?” I asked her, getting more and more confused. Austin gestured for all of us to come inside.

So as we settled down at the kitchen table, my dad started to explain.

“It all started when you were ten, Kyn. That summer was the one where we got in over our heads…”

Notes

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