Meet the Parents Part 2

by Ryan Apollos May 16th 2010, 10:56 pm

So I have just found out that the two people that I have referred to as my mom and dad for most of my life were not actually my parents but I was actually adopted and they wanted to keep it a secret from me. Now I don’t understand why they were hiding this from me for so long. Were they trying to protect me or were they just afraid of what I would say or do if I had known earlier. I had to get to the bottom of this but I had no idea where to start, so I just asked the usual questions someone would ask their “parents” after they find out they were adopted.

:Ryan Apollos:
So let me get this straight. I am not your biological son. I was adopted from an orphanage or foster home. And you two, who I have called mother and father for close to twenty one years, are not my mother and father.

:Lynn Apollos:
Yes, I’m sorry we kept it from you this whole time.

:Ryan Apollos:
But why? Why did you hide this from me for so long?

:Lynn Apollos:
We didn’t know how to tell you and we were also worried that you wouldn’t understand or you wouldn’t believe us.

:Ryan Apollos:
I don’t understand why that would even cross your mind.

:Lynn Apollos:
We should have told you long ago this.

:Ryan Apollos:
Is there anything else about this your not telling me?

:Lynn Apollos:
What do you mean?

:Ryan Apollos:
I mean, I need to know who my real parents are at least. If I’m adopted then I at least want to know where I’m actually from. You at least owe me that much.

:Lynn Apollos:
Well I don’t know exactly where your from or who are your birth parents. We adopted you when you were a year old, which is why you don’t remember.

:Ryan Apollos:
Where was I adopted from?

:Lynn Apollos:
Why do you need to know that?

:Ryan Apollos:
Cause the place you adopted me from probably has a file on me and it would tell them where I was born and perhaps who my real parents are.

:Lynn Apollos:
Oh, I see. Well we adopted you from an foster home in Buffalo, New York, where we used to live before moving here.

:Ryan Apollos:
Okay. That will help me out. Do you remember the address?

:Lynn Apollos:
No, but I have the address in my purse. Let me go get it.

Lynn stands up and goes over to her purse, she shifts through the contents of the purse and pulls out a piece of paper. She comes back over to the couch and hands me the piece of paper. On it is an address in Buffalo, New York.

:Lynn Apollos:
That’s where the foster home is and it hopefully will help you find your true family.

:Ryan Apollos;
I get the feeling you knew this day was coming and you had to be prepared for it.

:Lynn Apollos:
I was hoping this day would never come, but it has and now I have to deal with the consequences.

:Ryan Apollos:
It’s okay. Anyways I’m going to start making my way there tomorrow. Do you think you can loan me some cash? I’m a little short on money at this time.

:Lynn Apollos:
Sure I’ll just put the money in your account. Do you need anything else?

:Ryan Apollos:
I need a ride to a car dealer. I had to drop off Erica’s bike before I came here.

:Lynn Apollos:
Fair enough. Okay lets go there now.

:Ryan Apollos:
Alright then.

Me and Lynn leave the room and get in her car. We head to the car dealer so I could get myself a new ride.

{Two days later}

I had been out on the road for close to a day now trying to make it to Buffalo before I had to head over to Canada for NLWF One World Nation so I had to move. I had bought my self a Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle to use and I had just arrived in the state of New York. I pulled into a rest stop and took a break. Just then my cell phone rang and I answered it.

:???:
Where have you disappeared to Mr. Apollos?

I could recognize the voice from the meeting I had with the mystery person at the café in China. Now the person had no need to disguise their voice which made it easier for me.

:Ryan Apollos:
What’s the matter, freaking out that your little help is not around at the moment?

:???:
Actually yes, I need a little more help with this. It’s become a little more complicated.

:Ryan Apollos:
Sorry, but I’m a little bit busy at the moment.

:???:
What do you mean a little bit busy? What could be more important than this?

:Ryan Apollos:
Trust me, if it was involving you I would tell you, but I don’t feel like telling you right now. So if you will let me get back to business, I am going to hang up now.

:???:
Hold on just one sec…

I hang up the phone and walk into the rest stop as the screen fades.

-The Match-

So Jason, it appears as if my comments from before have done nothing more than motivate you to blab about your silly accomplishments again. It’s actually starting to get really annoying. It’s even more annoying than what you claim to be. We all know your accomplishments and I know what you’ve done. But to be honest do you really honestly think that for one second that anyone would give a damn about those accomplishments? That is in the past, you claim to be the Future, but you can’t be the Future if you dwell in the past. I just don’t get you Jason. No matter what I say, you don’t get mad. You don’t get upset. You don’t even get frustrated. You seem to have only one feeling as of late and that’s to ride that skank you call a girlfriend all around the world. We’ve got a match in less than twenty four hours and I bet as we speak your banging your slut. Oh well, I guess not all of us can be like you. But I’d rather be THE Ryan Apollos, rather than some idiot like you anyday of the century. And trust me I am going to clip your wings, win or lose, your not walking out of OWN in one piece.

Screen fades to black.