Chapter 4: Facing the Facts

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I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, was all I was thinking as I sat in the chair my hands bound to the back of the chair by handcuffs.
They all were towering over me and it was getting on my nerves. "Can I please get these stupid things taken off?" I asked but no body answered.
Huffing I waited until the tallest one sank down on one knee and stared at me. "You said your name is Jensen."
I raised an eyebrow but nodded just the same. "Yes it is Alyanna Faye JENSEN so you got the wrong girl."
The yellow one that was a Hummer sniffed the air. "Ahh but she smells just like our Alyanna."
A female robot nodded. "And looks like her mother as well."
"My mom? You mean the one that is working her ass off to get a job? That one?" They were all taken aback by my use of vocabulary.
"You told us you were 16, is that true?" The tallest one asked staring, intently at me.
"Do I have a reason to lie?"
"She is truly infruriating! Look youngling are you or are you not a Witwicky?"
I glared at them. "I'm not going to answer until you take this off." I lifted my arms so they knew what I was referring to.
"Fine. But do not try another escape." I nodded and his hand transformed into a blazing sword which cut through the handcuffs as if they were butter.
Standing up I rubbed my red wrists. "My mother's last name is Jensen so I am a Jenson."
The yellow Camaro shook his head.
"We know that the Witwicky's lost a daughter exactly 12 years ago, in an accident. And we believe you are that child." 
I gulped in air because my lungs felt as if all the air was whooshed out. Staring at my hands I didn't answer them, and I heard the elevator open.
Turning around I saw them and my chest tightened and my hands fumbled for my necklace. It strangley made me calm in nerve-wracking situations like this.
The woman's eyes glazed over when she saw who I was. Her hands flew to her opened mouth and a sob escaped. This can't be happening I thought as I stared into the face of my...mother.