(4)<\/p>\n
The air hung heavy in silence. Jessy looked at Dr. Reichenbach, not a hint of emotion appeared in his body language. \u201cDid that answer your question?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you always had such a good memory?\u201d he questioned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a photographic memory.\u201d She looked to the sunbeams dancing through the window slanted curtains, \u201cIt is a blessing and a curse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old were you when you aided him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive, but I had to help in order to be one of us and not one of them. My father was just making sure; there would be someone there for me in case something happen to him.\u201d The doctor said nothing, so she tried to explain, \u201cThere are only two types, us, who we can trust and them who are the animals. The animals will try to trick us into believing they are one of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Reichenbach tilted his head looking dead in her eyes, \u201cDo you really believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what my father told me over and over and over. I\u2019ve always been torn on what to believe.\u201d she paused, \u201cI know I only had a few years of memory with my biological father but everything he said made sense. With my adoptive family everything is okay for them to do but not for me. My mom said it is because I think different, and there was nothing wrong with thinking different. It made it hard to know how to be their perfect child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they expect you to be?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I wanted to be. I wanted to be one of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo when did you become a Fireoak? And what is a Fireoak?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s our family name, Raven and Cufean Fireoak took me in when I was six.\u201d Jessy sighed, \u201cYou would know him as Ghost Archer of the Wild hunt and his wife, Raven the Seeker.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man eyes reacted in surprise and made a note. \u201cSo you are a super hero too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not all that super and not much of a hero.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what happen to your biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Reichenbach requested, \u201cPlease explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
(5)<\/p>\n
The cab drove up to a gated home. It was a large house with a sprawling lawn filled with well manicured trees and shrubs. The circling drive to the front stairs could be seen in the distance. The camera stared down at the cab as the cabbie pressed the call button.<\/p>\n
The boxed chirped as a man\u2019s voice replied, “yes?”<\/p>\n
The speaker crackled as the cabbie spoke into it, \u201cYeah I have Ms. Jessy for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The smooth hum of the mechanicals of the gate sounded as they inched open. In a hurry the cab moved forward, not waiting for them to fully open.<\/p>\n
Jessy saw her daddy exit the house as the taxi pulled to the base of the stairs. The driver opened the door for her helping her out and walked her up the stairs to the man waiting. She looked at him studying his face. It was her daddy but paler, \u201cDaddy are you sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
He coughed slightly. \u201cYes I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Cabbie stated, \u201cThat will be $35.\u201d Her daddy pulled out a strange wallet and paid the driver.<\/p>\n
Looking at the hundred dollar bill the Cabbie said, \u201cThanks,\u201d He headed back to his cab and left, the gates closing after him.<\/p>\n
Her father held out his hand, Jessy took the man\u2019s hand. They enter the doors and he closed them behind them.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy?\u201d the girl looked around the foyer, \u201cWhere are we going now?\u201d She waited for the codeword.<\/p>\n
Archer sighed heavily. He squatted down in front of the girl, \u201cJessy…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour voice is horse daddy,\u201d she nodded, \u201cI need to get you medicine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not your daddy.\u201d Archer sighed, \u201cJesse…I am Ghost Archer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure you are,\u201d she giggled.<\/p>\n
Archer shifted to be himself.<\/p>\n
Jesse eyes grew big as she whined, \u201cWhere\u2019s my Daddy?\u201d Her blue eyes, filling with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m sorry to fool you like that. That’s why I am here. I needed to see him. I haven’t found him yet. How old are you, honey?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut we where suppose to meet here,\u201c she cried. She needed to follow daddy\u2019s emergency plan. Sniffling she answered, \u201cI am going to be seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t have a mommy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter’s a baby, only a few months old…my son too…they are twins…How about your grandmother of grandfather?<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is only me and my Daddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Archer sighed. \u201cYou don’t live here, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe live all over.\u201d<\/p>\n
Archer nodded, \u201cWhere else do you live?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy’s job makes us go all over the place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat’s your daddy do, honey? Do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is a salesman. Maybe, I should wait at the airport.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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