A Match Made In Heaven by Brea isome (good beach reads .TXT) 📕

me on the couch before i snapped out of it and jumped back up.

" i have to go!" I said, panicking a bit.

Macie sounded panicked which meant that i should be panicked too. The only two things i knew that would have her calling me and almost hypervenilating would be that the social worker was either at her home, or on her way there. That couldn't mean anything bad.

" youre not going back to that strip club, Saphire. That's not-"

" i'm not going back to the strip club, okay? My social worker is either at or on her way to my foster home. Either way- I have to go."

Jas knew how serious the situation with my foster family was. My social worker had just been waiting to snatch me up, all she needed was a reason. If she found out- jesus- if she even had an idea- she would pick me up and wisk me away to another home and another family where i would have to start over.

I didn't want that. I couldn't imagine leaving Jas behind. And even though me and Ashton werent talking, i couldn't imagine leaving him behind either. I wouldn't leave the two peope behind that meant so much to be.

" i'll drive you. Let me just go check on my Nana and get her keys, okay? Wait here." Jasmine said as she walked up the steps.

I fiddled around with my phone- nervous, anxious. I couldn't get over the feeling that this was it, that i wouldn't be around long enough to see the sun rise in Brimson ever again.

Everything felt so different to me, riding around in the car with Jasmine. It was like i could hear that dooming music playing in the back of my head and i was preparing myself for my the very worst that could happen.

My mother popped into my mind. Her name as Sasha- and she was the prettiest woman i had ever seen. She meant so much to me. She was my bestfriend, my therapist, my support system - my mother. And now she just had to be my guardian angel, or else what would happen to me?

When Jas pulled up in front of the home, she pulled behind a black BMW that i was sure belonged to my social worker, Ms.Johnson.

God, i hadn't seen her in maybe a week or two and i obviously wasn't looking forward to seeing her again any time soon but it just had to be this way. Anything that happend i would just take it and keep going.

Jas was talking to me about only god knows what. The only part i caught was the tail end. " - i'll be here if you need me."

So i got out of the car and strutted my way up to the front door, raising my hand to knock but before i could it was grabbed my a strong black hand and i was yanked over into the darkness of the porch. I opened my mouth to scream but another hand came up and cover my mouth. My back slammed against the wood of the house and a fierce pain erupted in my spine.

I wanted to cry, scream, kick. I wanted to scream ' ow! Somebody help me.' But i couldn't, and i wouldn't, not when my eyes adjusted to the dark and i recognized the pair of hazel eyes that stared back at me.

It was a mystery how he got the hazel eyes from our mother, and i never did.

Darius, when did he get out?

" i know that a million thoughts are probably running through you're head right now," he began. " I know you haven't seen me in so long- I know if mama was here-." he trailed off, pulling his hands away from from me and balling them up at his sides.

"ho-how do you know about her?" my voice came out shaky. I couldn't remember a time that I had felt so scared in my life. I wasn't scared that Darius would hurt me. I hadn't seen him since I was eleven and physically so much had changed a bout him but mentally I knew he had to be the same.

God, please let him be the same.

I had long ago pushed thoughts of Darius out of my mind and any feelings of resentment right along with them. thinking about him was always painfully because when I was younger he was the best brother a girl could have. he defended me, played with me, took me to the park, went shopping with me. hell, when I got my first period I was ten and my mother was so busy working that Darius had to explain the shit to me.

And Lord - I would never forget how he explain the birds and the bees to me.

Darius shrugged." our aunt."

" we don't have an aunt. Mom was the only child."

" I hate to be the one to tell you this but we do have an aunt. I didn't know until I was thirteen, and even then it was an accident. ma' didn't want us to know, something about some long family feud that split them apart before they were even born. she didn't want us to know.I was never supposed to tell you." he said quietly. he looked out into the night for a second before he looked back at me. " she wrote to me while I was in jail, always checkin' up on me."

" how come she never -"

he cut me off. " how come she never checked up on you? she did, always has. you've just never realized it."

" well, how did you find me anyways? what makes you think I even want to see you?" I tried to sound hurt, put off, pissed off even , but I couldn't. I was too happy to see him.

"our aunt, I told you. she kept a close eye on you, I told you that. and as for the second question- I wasn't sure if you would want to see me. but I was hoping, and praying, that me leaving you all those years ago wouldn't stop you from seeing how much I love you and how sorry I am."

it got quiet after that. I loved him. I could I be mad when he looked like it would kill him inside.

I jumped on him, wrapping both my arms and legs around him. I could feel the tears coming, and they were coming fast. but then there was still the fact of my social worker inside that got me straightened up again. I had to deal with that, with whatever would come my way. and then - no matter what happened, I promises myself- I would celebrate with Darius.

we might not have had my mother but as far as I was concerned, as long as we had each other, we had our family back. A New Family

-Saphire-

I was moving, but i wasn't. In my mind i was still out on that porch in the darkness with Darius but really i was standing in the living room, watching everything all go down.

Ms.Johnson looked different today. She didn't have on a all black skirt suit with her hair tucked back into a tight bun like she usually did. She, actually looked beautiful, and young, and free. She had a resemblance to someone i couldn't put my finger on but it was there.

She was dressed in a pair of loose fitting bootcut jeans and a white button up short sleeved shirt that hugged her cuves. Her hair flowed flowed down, past her neck, ast her shoulders, past her shoulder bades, down into the middle of her back.

He eyes even twinkled in happiness. I wondered if she got a new man, and that was the reason she looked so brand new.

Macey and Ms.Johnson sat on the couch, John nowhere to be found, and when i came in they looked up at me.

Macey forced a smile when she saw me. She looked relieved, just not enough for a smile as bright as she was pushing. " hey, sweetheart, we've been waiting for you."

Ms. Johnson smiled as well and motioned for me to sit in the space between the two which after some hesitation i did. " yes, we have. So, now that Saphire is here, i'll tell you the real reason i came. " She let out a deep breath. " Saphire is such a beautiful girl, so smart, she has so much potential to be something great. But she'll never be what she needs to be while staying here with you, Macey."

" what- i - but, i-"

" you're not a good mother. When you took Saphire in it was always going to be temporary, you knew that. You didn't adopt her, you were just holding her. But i did."

My head snapped toward her. " you did what?"

" i adopted you sweetie. You're coming home with me." Now, her smile, was genuine. She looked actually happy. The smile that curled up on her lips just reminded me of my mother. And then i knew, i just did. She had to be our aunt.

She was beautiful, her hair was just like mine, she had the big eyes-

How could i not have noticed? Every thing about her just screamed Sasha, Saphire, and Darius. Was i too into myself before to notice the resemblance? Probably. But like a drop of rain on a sunny day, it just hit me.

" you adopted her?" Macey asked, shock clear in her voice. " i thought that the social worker would need to speak with me before that happened. And in this case you just happened to be the social worker. Why wasn't i notified?"

" because we have a special situation which didn't require such actions. With me secretly being a family member the judge thought it was best if Saphire was moved with me imediately, seeing as how i have looked over and cared for her for so long. So," Ms.Johnson stood up. " we'll be going now. Come on, Sweetie."

I stood up as well, in shock and in awe of her. She spoke like she owned everything which i was used to but that along with her new look and also her new found place in my family just made me see her in a whole new light.

" i guess this is it. " I said in a confused voice until i burst out in giggles and jumped up and down. When we were walking out of the house i turned to Macey one last time and stuck my tongue out at her. It was childish in a way but yet it felt good.

It felt good to know that i had a brother, and an aunt who had done so much for us. She had even helped me without me ever knowing. Sure, she had always been a hard ass but i couldnt even be upset. How could i? She put me in the hell hole but now she was getting me out. She had to care about me, right? She constantly checked up on me and was on my ass all the time. And now she was taking