6
Ever since the night Javaris fell asleep with me we became close. A little to close for my liking , I caught feelings but I haven't said anything because I'm scared of what he might say.
I never had feelings like this for anybody. I had feelings for Yung but they were friendly feelings. When Javaris and I are around other people I never act as if I have feelings for him.
"London your dad wants to talk to ya" Javaris said opening the room to my door.
"Ever heard of knocking" I said standing up.
"Shut up lil ugly" He said muffing my head as I walked past him.
I rolled my eyes walking downstairs , I plopped down on the couch next to my dad and Mook.
"What ya need" I asked trying to get to the point.
"What you been hiding London" My dad asked.
"What you mean" I asked scrunching my face up.
"I talked to your mom today" He nodded leaning forward.
"I don't have a mom" I rolled my eyes.
"Let's just get to the point, why you ain't tell us you have a lil brother" Mook said.
"I don't. I had one but they beat him to death" I said looking into space.
"It's okay Elijah" I said to my baby brother as I held him in my lap trying to stop his crying.
My room door busted open and my mom ran towards us.
"Shut the fuck up with all this crying" She snatched him from me.
She snatched the bottle from me and tried to force it in his mouth. "Your not supposed to feed him like that" I said.
I was so little and I took better care of him than she ever has. "Shut up" She yelled throwing him in his crib.
"Stop" I cried trying to get to him.
Once I picked him up he was snatched from me and I was pushed on the floor by my moms bestfriend. I cried as Elijah's cries filled the room.
I tried my hardest to get her friend off of me but she was so heavy.
After that day I haven't seen my brother ever since , I was told that he died that same night.
"What you mean" My dad asked.
"I treated him like my own son, he was my everything and she just took him away from me, I tried everything to get to him but I couldn't " I wiped my eyes before the tears could fall.
"He's not dead London, she told me that family services took him away"
"You serious" I asked.
They both nodded. "I need to find him" I said jumping up.
I grabbed my coat and ran out the house before anybody could say anything.
I caught the bus downtown, once I got off I walked to the court house. I know this is were they keep files for foster kids and adoption.
"Can I help you" The lady behind the desk asked sending me a warm smile.
"Um yeah can you give me information on a child" I asked.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that unless you have a paper to confirm it"
"Listen this is really important I'm looking for my little brother who I thought was dead and I'm just now finding out he's alive after 11 years I promise I won't tell anybody" I pleaded
She looked at me sadly, then quickly nodded. "Name" She asked.
I smiled "Elijah Jackson"
I gave her his date of birth and sat down on a bench waiting for her to find his file.
I tapped my foot looking around "Miss" The lady called towards me. I got up and walked back to her desk.
"I made you a copy his files" She said handing me a folder with a whole bunch of papers in it.
Case #417098
I read in my head. "Can you do me a favor and look up a name for me real quick" I asked wondering if they were still looking for me.
"Never mind , have a nice day" I said walking away.
I knew it would be a bad idea for her to look up my name because my picture would pop up and if there still looking for me she could easily report that.
I walked to the bus stop and sat on the bench opening the folder.
The first paper had all of his information on it "This is gonna be easier than I thought" I said to myself seeing the address of where he's located.
I flipped to the next paper and my eyes landed on a mugshot of him. He definitely had the looks. Smooth Carmel skin tone , light brown eyes, and curly hair.
I smiled seeing that we resembled each other a lot. My eyebrows rose as I looked at his record.
Most of it was battery charges or probation violation but it was definitely long.
After I looked through the rest of the folder I closed it as I walked into the house.
"Where you been" Everybody said at the same time.
"Chill. I went to the court house" I said holding the folder up.
"What's that" Javaris asked.
"The lady at the court house gave me a copy of my lil brothers file" I said handing them the folder.
"I thought they weren't supposed to do that" My dad said.
"There not"
"So they can give you a whole folder but couldn't even give me a location when I was looking for you" He mumbled opening the folder.
"Both of y'all look like me" A smile spread across his face.
"I guess" I shrugged sitting next to him.
"Mook does to" He added.
"I don't look like neither one of you ugly motherfuckers" Mook joked "I'm just kidding we all look identical"
"Y'all do" Javaris said studying all of our faces "y'all even do the same facial expressions"
"Any way , what time is it" I asked looking around.
"4:30"
I nodded standing up "I'll be back in a little, don't worry I am okay" I said grabbing the paper with his address on it.
I walked out the house and caught the bus to the other side of town. I didn't care that it was getting late I just wanted to see my little brother.
I looked around at the neighborhood as I stood in front of the house that he's staying at. It wasn't nothing new it was just what I grew up around.
Drug dealers, drinkers, prostitutes, people playing dice and the neighborhood hoes. They were all it out since it was dark outside.
I walked up to the porch and rung the doorbell, a middle aged mixed women opened the door.
"Hello, can I help you with something" She asked smiling.
"Um yeah I'm looking for Elijah"
"Jackson, 13 years old" She asked, I nodded.
"There he is right there" She said pointing to the boy who was walking towards the porch pulling his pants up and looked back towards the neighborhood rubbing his hands together.
I looked back at the lady seeing that she didn't have good clothes and shoes on but Elijah did , he had a real diamond earring in and everything.
He probably moving dope I thought to myself.
"She's here for you" The lady said then closed the door going back inside.
"Was good" He asked standing in front of me.
I was stuck, I didn't know what to say or do. I wanted to just pull him into a hug , I couldn't believe that he was actually alive.
"You good" He asked raising a eyebrow.
I felt a tear rolling down my face and I quickly nodded wiping it away.
"Do you know anything about your child hood" I asked quietly.
"Why would I tell you , I don't even know who you are" He said with a attitude.
"Just answer my question"
He rolled his eyes. "All I know is I was taken away for a tragic reason that you don't need to worry about"
"What if I told you that I was your sister" I asked biting my lip.
"Man get out my face playing games and shit" He tried to walk past me.
"Elijah Anthony Jackson , Born on February 25th 2002, you were taken away because our mom almost beat you to death"
He stopped but didn't look back at me. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he turned around.
"Your London" He asked.
I nodded "I heard about you"
"Is that a good or bad thing" I asked kind of confused.
"Good" He chuckled.
"Wanna walk and talk" I asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders and he walked past me but I pulled him back into a hug.
"I thought you were dead" I said letting him go "Anyway" I trailed of as we started to walk.
"Do you like where your living" I asked him.
"Not really" He shrugged. I nodded my head.
"You know you were kind of the lucky one"
"How" He asked.
"I was stuck with her being beat physically, mentally and emotionally it was hell everyday" I shook my head looking away.
"Do you still live with her" He asked.
"Nope , she left one day with her boyfriend never came back I was put into foster homes , in and out of Juvi, ran away our dad found me just recently and it was my first time meeting him, I live with him and our brother Mook now" I explained.
He nodded and we continued to talk as we walked down the street.