Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Jan 22, 2011 12:45:40 GMT -5
With a gentle sigh, Chey kissed Bastian again and moved to grab her laptop. She sat upright on the bed as she lifted the screen and pressed the on button, waiting for it to load. Looking around at the way it lit up the room, Chey’s eyes moved to the window at the side of the room. Well hell it was a lot darker than she thought it was. How long did he let her sleep? Why were all the questions coming to her now? Turning up to look at him, Chey furrowed her brows gently. “I thought you weren’t going to make it up this weekend?” Pushing her shoulders back to stretch them slightly, Chey’s palms rested against the front of the laptop and her fingers tapped over the keys to type in her password, before her hand reached forward for her index finger to cover the print scanner. Once she was in, Chey pulled up the document of information she had. “This is it, this is everything. I have everything I knew, everything I’ve researched and everything I’ve found. It’s the strangest thing because I have everything. I have the papers I signed, I have the information I had on the people I gave her up to and I even have the picture of them I was sent. But I’ve been through the agency’s database a million times, I’ve even found their deleted files. They’re in there anywhere. Neither is Jessica and neither am I. People don’t make habits of losing this information. Hell, the hospital where I had her, doesn’t even have records of her and she’s not on my medical records. It’s like she never existed.”
Chey knew that whoever made it seem like she ‘disappeared’ had gone to a lot of effort to do so. Hell Chey wasn’t sure if she herself could make someone disappear like that. She didn’t get it. Why would anyone go to those lengths? Maybe it was those lengths that were making this so hard for her. If Chey had been able to check up on her, check she was okay and that she was happy then that would probably have been enough for her. You don’t give your child up and then go rip them from their lives, even if you do regret it. But there was something that made every bone in the young Winchester’s body scream out to her. Scream that this was wrong. That something was wrong. That she needed to save the tyke before something happened to her.
