The Police Returned A Monster Not My Son

I've never thought of myself as a perfect mother and I've always known I was never going to be one when I was 18 I got pregnant with a guy I had only been with one time his name was Brad and he was the class bad boy when I told him I was pregnant he switched schools the very next day I tried texting him calling him but nothing worked he blocked me and it was clear I was on my own I'm kind of religious and there was no way I was having an abortion I made it through ridicule at school teachers using me as an example and nine months of aching everything and he was born I don't even have my driver's license and I was holding my baby boy in my arms I was so scared I named him Andrew and soon it was just him and I against the world my parents kicked me out and I had to make it on my own I was super scared but I managed to make a life for myself getting my diploma and getting a job I mean sure that job was working double shifts at two separate fast-food restaurants sure I smelled like grease all the time sure no man would come within 500 feet of me at any given time but I had a two bedroom apartment with my son I was someone when Andrew was about six things started to go downhill for a week straight he was throwing up seriously anything he ate the doctors started to think it was cancer I was so scared my heart was pounding it turns out he had some other health issues so they had to do a few different surgeries and put a tube in his stomach I was afraid he wasn't going to make it every time I had to go to work or class Andrew would throw a hissy fit I'm not proud of myself but I screamed at him I was so overtired so overworked that I told him he was being ungrateful and I needed to work to keep us going the second the babysitter arrived at the door I left I just couldn't handle him about 30 minutes later I got a call from the babysitter andrew is gone she screamed what do you mean andrew is gone I yelled back I assumed maybe he was hiding in the Attic or his Playhouse because I yelled at him but when I got home I knew that wasn't the reality his clothes were gone he took his favorite stuffed animal my son was gone gone the next few hours were a blur of crying and talking to the police they asked the babysitter and me what had happened to him and no one got an answer when they started asking neighbors things got really bad for me it turns out they had heard me screaming at Andrew that day and that put me at the top of the police's suspect list I just wanted them to find my baby every day it seemed like there was less and less of a chance of them finding my son the police were at my house daily I felt like I was losing my mind then at 4:00 a.m. they called to tell me that Andrew had been found I drove to the station to pick him up tears in my eyes the police told me he had been found wandering outside the police station confused and crying he didn't know where he had come from or what had happened but he knew his name I raced in to see my son only it wasn't my son I felt like throwing up the kid looked almost exactly like my son but there was something weird about him it was almost like someone had made a fake version of my son he had the same smile the same face the same shape but his eyes were all wrong what should have been a happy moment absolutely wasn't but you know what the kid did he ran up and hugged me saying mommy I missed you I hugged him back with tears in my eyes maybe it was my son I rushed back out to speak with the detectives as I was leaving the kid cried after me asking where I was going when I told the detectives I didn't think he was my son they all rolled their eyes if he is not your son then where is he did you do something with him he called you mommy I felt like I was being backed into a corner they were basically saying I either murdered my own son or I was trying to abandon him I thank the officers and I took the kid out of there the whole ride home I was trying to calm myself down but every time I looked in the rearview I saw the kids eyes he was just staring at me I decided to play along asking him where he had gone and what was going on with him he said I was gone for a while but I'm back now mommy his voice even sounded different that night I laid him in bed he asked for his normal bedtime story was I going crazy obviously an imposter wouldn't know he had a favorite later that night I fell asleep but when I woke up the kid was standing in the doorway just staring at me I asked him what was going on and he said he wanted to lay in bed with me I let him sleep beside me but my heart was racing the whole time I had my son back why couldn't I just relax what was wrong with me maybe him going missing had just shaken my head up or something but when I woke up the next morning I knew something was wrong the entire left side of my bed had been torn to shreds the pillow the blanket everything I walked out to find Andrew lying in his own bed he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about he said he had never come in the room things just got worse from there when Andrew got back to school I got constant calls from the teacher telling me he was mean to classmates he even threw a stapler at someone she also mentioned something that made my skin crawl apparently Andrew couldn't read or write anymore before he went missing Andrew was constantly making me little books and writing stories I knew he understood reading and writing at home I would catch Andrew standing in my doorway every night he wouldn't eat anything except for cereal and milk even though my little Andrew had been allergic to milk since he was a baby I started trying to talk to friends about it and they all thought I was going insane they told me I should be grateful to have my son back every time I said I didn't think it was my son they rolled their eyes then I noticed Andrew was drawing strange symbols all over his bedroom it creeped me out so much when I told him to stop he would start hitting me was my kid possessed by the devil or something the very next day we went to the park and I looked across the street I swear I saw Andrew my real Andrew playing in a yard I ran through the street racing after him but when I got there the kid was gone I couldn't take not knowing anymore one night I waited in the hallway for Andrew to fall asleep when he did I tiptoed into the bedroom he had had that stomach tube years ago and had a pretty nasty scar if this was my child I would learn the truth I carefully carefully lifted up his shirt to see there was no scar this wasn't my son just like I had suspected all along I gasped and the kid sat up in bed I couldn't hold it in anymore I started yelling asking where my real son was asking where he came from the kids started sobbing he told me a man picked him up from an orphanage and sent him over here and told him what to do he said he hadn't wanted to cut up the pillows or wake me up but the man said he would know and send him back to the orphanage if he hadn't I could feel my heart shattering this poor little orphan had basically been blackmailed he told me his real name was Cyrus I asked if he knew where the man's house was the boy nodded and said he could show me the way we drove through the city until we reached a little cottage I told the boy to stay in the car I had to find out who was inside when I arrived the house looked familiar I realized it had been the house I saw the boy playing in earlier I called the cops and told them there was a kidnapped child but I couldn't wait knowing my Andrew was in the house possibly getting hurt I couldn't just stand there I banged on the door to this day my heart drops when I think about who I saw on the other side it was Brad Andrews father it suddenly made sense in a sick and twisted way behind him I could see Andrew sitting on the couch I shoved Brad aside and ran to Andrew holding him in my arms while Brad screamed at me for keeping him away from his kid when we arrived at the police station every came to light Brad had gone to the house told Andrew he was his dad and asked Andrew if he wanted to come with him Andrew was upset because I had been gone all the time and had just yelled at him so he went with him when the search was all over the news Brad knew he couldn't hold the police off much longer he went to every adoption agency in the area until he found Syrus he sent Cyrus to the police station scared him into playing along and that was that I apologize for being gone so much to Andrew and explained that none of this was his fault but that I had to work hard to support us I told him I would put more effort into protecting him that's when I realized Syrus suddenly didn't have a home this poor boy had been in an orphanage been adopted and emotionally abused and now he was going to have to go back I knew what I had to do I talked to the police and the adoption agency and they managed to approve me caring for Cyrus since I was on my way to becoming a nurse within the next year I would be more available and really able to give my son's the attention they deserved eventually things took a turn for the better I was very glad that Brad was never part of my son's upbringing not just for being a horrible person but also for being stupid enough to think his plan would work

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Published: Wed Jan 29 2020