Triton Taifun D4 {Done}

For it won't be long 'till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on

"Mommy?"

"Yes honey?"

"I have a question, and I want an honest answer."

"Of course, Triton."

"Are you my real mommy? I look nothing like you..."

"Well are you, mommy?"

"Mommy?"

"No."

Sixteen years of life flew before his eyes like an eagle soaring through the sky. For as long as he could remember, Triton called her 'mommy,' but the moment the truth flew from her lips his heart shattered into a million pieces sending shards flying out of reach. A huge gaping hole appeared in the middle of his heart like a knife went straight through him knocking the life out of him, but he was alive; the rise and fall of his chest was the reminder every single day. The small motions he didn't have to think about was the only reason he didn't fall over dead when she said 'no.' He wanted to know more about this lady who he lived with his entire life, yet his mind wouldn't wrap around the idea that she wasn't who she said she was. She allowed the words to fly from his mouth although she never once corrected him. It was too much for him to grasp, but in all reality she was his mommy. She wasn't his birth mother, but this woman raised him from the time he was born; therefore, she took on the role of mother.

"I called you mommy for my entire life..."

"I was waiting for the right time to tell you."

"You promised to never lie to me..."

"Do you want to hear the story of why I raised you?"

"Will you tell me the truth?"

"Yes, Triton, I promise to tell you the truth."

"Alright."

The oak wood floor creaked underneath his weight as Triton sat down upon it. This was where he sat every time a story was told, but this time it felt different. Tears formed in his eyes threatening to fall down his face at any possible second. His heart pounded like a drum behind his chest making it impossible to breath. Loud, violent roars rang through his ears making him deaf to the rest of the world surrounding him. A heavy weight pressed down upon his shoulders holding him to the ground forcing his body to collapse to the floor; he wasn't able to move. His fist pound against the floor in beat with the ticking of the drum that followed the roars throughout his ears. She had betrayed him. The tether that held the trust together shattered in a split second. He wanted to trust her, but his entire life had been one giant lie, and now there was no chance of turning back. Lies was all he knew, but he wanted to know the truth about who he was, who she was, and where his birth mother was now. The truth was the only way to patch the wound she carved inside him.

"You have a twin brother who is raised by your birth mother and father. Teagan. He looks exactly like you height and everything. She only wanted one child, and she chose Teagan. I took you so someone else wouldn't. See, I can't have any children of my own, so I raised you like my own. You may not be my birth child, but you are my son."

The knife dug a deeper hole inside his heart making it impossible to heal. Water ran down his face as he buried his head in his lap. He had a brother, a twin brother, that he had never met before. Seconds dragged on before he could move, thoughts stopped flying through his head, yet all he could see was the fact that he wasn't wanted when he was born. A mother took him away prepared to give him to a stranger until his she stepped in. She became the mother a kid needed while growing up, she raised him because he wasn't wanted in his own family. A shaky hand ran through his shaggy brown hair. He couldn't figure out how he had a twin brother he never knew about. It blew his mind away. He had always been an only child growing up, but somewhere out there in the district was his brother, Teagan. Triton wanted to go out and find him, but it would be impossible considering the size of the district. He inhaled sharply fighting to stop the tears from falling down his face, yet no matter how hard he tried the tears kept rolling.

"I don't understand how this is possible. Did he look like me?"

"There were differences."

Triton couldn't help but wonder what his twin brother looked like. It was a strange feeling thinking that someone looked exactly like him, but according to this lady that had been raising him, they were different. Could someone really be as short as him? He stood roughly five feet from the ground, maybe five foot one inch when shoes were on his feet. Triton had brown, shaggy hair. His angular eyes were light brown with a hint of red in them. Sometimes people would stop and stare at him, but thinking about it now, he wondered if one of those was his brother. His skin was tan because Triton enjoyed being in the sun. He enjoyed spending time on the beach as he soaked up the sun's rays. What about his nose? Does it look like mine? Triton's nose stands out on his face because it's larger than he wanted. He thought about staring at himself in a mirror. If he saw his brother, would he look at the exact mirror image of himself? It was impossible for him to know at this moment. Maybe one day he'd find Teagan, and all the questions would fly away forever.

"Why wouldn't they want me?"

"Well...You were extremely sick when you were born."

"Sick?"

"Yeah. You required a lot of attention."

"What do you mean?"

"You had trouble breathing. You still have the trouble breathing now, but you don't let it hold you back."

"Why did she choose him?"

"Teagan was healthier, and she thought he would be easier to raise."

The world crashed down upon him forcing him onto the ground knocking the wind out of his lungs. He gasped for air over and over, but it wasn't flying back into his mouth. The moment the breath filled his lungs, loud violent sobs racked through his body before spewing into the air like a volcano erupting. His cheeks burned bright red as the sobbing continued, and she was right. He felt like someone took a knife and lit his lungs on fire. Every muscle inside his chest clenched tightly allow very little air to pass through his throat into his lungs. A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder trying to calm him down, but the pain, the anger, the hatred was too much. All he wanted to do was run over to his birth mother and tear her head off her body for betraying him. She was the coward for not raising him, but he wanted to respect his mommy. The love of a mother is unconditional, but the mother doesn't have to be the person who birthed the child; the mother is the one who raised the child just like his mommy raised him.

His sobs fell on deaf ears as he ran a hand down his stomach connecting with the six pack abs he gained from the training he went through. It was his own will every single day to make it to the training center because he wanted to improve his breathing. Any strenuous activity he competed in brought on an attack shutting off his airway making it so he couldn't breath. The trainers were smart, though, and they healed him, and in return he learned how to heal himself. Dealing with the minor wounds were easy, but dealing with the deeper wounds required careful examination. Triton examined his life as he sat in the middle of the floor trying to figure out which would to heal first, but the reality of it was none of the wounds would be healed with the healing he was taught. They were much deeper than any wound the trainers ever described because the wounds weren't physical; they were mental. No needle and thread would sew up the hole that rested in the middle of his heart. A healer couldn't heal the pain living inside him because it wasn't real.

"Was I not good enough for them?"

"Triton, in my eyes you are perfect. You are my son, and I love you very much."

"But they didn't love me."

"They didn't care about me."

"Triton, don't let this hold you back. You are amazing."

"I...I just...I don't understand why she wouldn't want her own son."

"It wasn't an easy decision for her."

"She was never in my life... Isn't a mother supposed to always love her children?"

"I know...Sometimes they do sometimes they don't...I'm sorry, Triton."

Part of him wished the question wouldn't have slipped from his lips, but he wanted, needed, to know the answer. The questions of life were raging through his brain like the wind pounding against the sea as the waves grew taller and taller. Too many variables stood in his way from living a content life like she had wanted him to. He was an investigator, and the clues didn't match up, so he took the to the scene and gathered more information; however, it was more than he wanted to know. It would have been so much easier for him if he just went on with his life thinking he didn't have a brother, and this lady he thought was really his birth mommy like he grew up thinking, but the stupid questions of life got in his way. She knew more about him than any other person would, and that made the world of difference. Triton didn't hate his birth mother for giving him away, but the relationship would take a lot to mend if they ever met because there was never a relationship built in the first place.

The words shouldn't change the life he had been living. Triton was content living in the dreamland he was trapped within because the truth became too painful. All he wanted was to turn back time before asked the question. Are you my mommy? Those four words changed his life forever, yet the truth was exposed, and he was grateful that she was honest with him about it all. It shouldn't matter that she wasn't his birth mother because in all reality, she was the mother figure in his life. Whenever he fell, she was the one picking him up, her hands wiped the dust off the clothing he wore, encouraging words burst through her lips helping to lift him up when nothing else would work, and that's what describes a mother. Family goes more than just blood. A family is the people who share a bond that nobody else can ever comprehend. It was the bond that formed the first time she held him while he cried. The hug that made all the worries in the world go away although it was only for a moment. This was the type of bond that Triton Taifun shared with his mommy.

"Mommy?"

"Yes honey?"

"You are my mommy no matter what."

"I love you mommy."

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