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Chapter 60: end of the mascarade

Zayn left Freddy unhandcuffed in the archives room and stomped in the leaving room of the bunker. Alyssa and Freddy were chatting and laughing around.
The impostor's eyes met Zayn's.
'What?' Alyssa asked him when she noticed the coldness of his stare.
She turned her back, and her stomach twisted when she saw Zayn.
The Pakistani was walking straight towards the liar.
He pulled his gun out in his direction
'Freddy Scott, isn't it?' He laughed, loading the gun.
'What the hell's wrong with you?' Alyssa claimed.
A strange mix of angriness, confusion, and pain surrounded the woman.
'Aly, you must listen to me.' Zayn ordered.
'I don't want to hear a word of your mouth.' She replied.
Zayn felt a cold metallic cylinder on his neck:
'Put the gun down. And get out of this bunker as you should've yesterday.'
'I know I behaved like a shit, and I hurt you a lot, but for heaven's sake, listen to me.'
'Talk.'
'Would you mind putting the gun off my neck?'
'Talk your shit now before I pull the trigger.'
'you're never gonna di that.' he laughed.
'im, not you.'
'Ohh touché.'
'Zayn, what do you want?' Alyssa sighed.
'I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did.'
'No kidding!'
'Alyssa, I love you to death, you know that, but I had to leave. What I saw in the simulator brought back memories of my childhood that I had fucking forgotten. It drove me crazy! it was a puzzle that took me a long time to put together.' He explained
'What did you see?' she asked, putting the gun down.
When she put the weapon out of his neck, zayn whistled, and Fake Freddy fell asleep on the floor.
'HOLY SHIT!' She yelled.
'Calm down, it is just an anesthetic dart Aly!' he said.
'You fucking idiot!' She slapped him.
'I did not shoot the guy!' he swore
'fuck.... the coke raps you're doing with Selena have ravaged your skull!'
'I shot him.' a familiar voice from behind announced.
'What the fuck?!' she said, turning her back in the direction of the voice.
'Alyssa, please listen to me!' Zayn yelled.
'Who the fuck are you, and what the hell are you doing in this bunker?' she slowly spoke, her gun pointed straight in Freddy's direction.
'Alyssa, look at me.' Zayn ordered.
'Answer.' she ignored Zayn.
Zayn snatched the weapon from her hands, and she finally refocused on him.
'This guy is the real Freddy Scott. Look at him!'
'Alyssa, I know this is unbelievable, but this is me.' Freddy said, his hands were still up in the air.
Alyssa looked confused. It was too much at once: she thought zayn had left, he came back, Freddy was shoot, and then she learned that he hadn't and that the honest Freddy was on the other side of the room.
'Prove it.' She crossed her arms on her chest.
'Your mother was Graziella Moretti.' He said.
'What?' Zayn claimed in awe.
Alyssa didn't utter a word. She knew Zayn wasn't lying.
'How the fuck did an impostor got in there, Scott?' she asked.
'The other side, the guy was an excellent hacker. He entered the digital system and found the bunker's location. He hacked the security system and turned it against me. Jordy kicked my ass, and the guy arrived and pretended to be me. While I was locked in the archives.'
'He got access to the archives?' She screamed.
'Yeah, but luckily the only box he opened was Dan's wedding memory. I guess he thought all the boxes were old memories or whatever bullshit.' Freddy explained.
'Okay... Zayn, you call Selena.'
'I already did.'
'And? What did she say?'
'We have to get out asap. Freddy has to create a new security system and protect the archives until Spoon finds another place to hide them.' Zayn said.
'When are we leaving?'
Zayn looked at his watch and said:
'The helicopter just... arrived.'
'Freddy, what abo....' Aly started.
'Alyssa, trust Zayn. It's time for both of you to leave. If you have anything to tell me, call, okay sweetie?' He smiled.
'Okay, I will.' she smiled back.
Alyssa walked towards him to hug him tight before grabbing her Ex's hand and leave this horrible luck place.

The two lovers grabbed the ladder and felt their bodies float over the Nevada desert. For several minutes, Alyssa leaned against Zayn, forgetting all the hurt he had caused her throughout their relationship and feeling like he was protecting her more than he ever had.
Everything suddenly seemed light. Nothing mattered.

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