Broken Silence

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Anya heaved a heavy sigh with closed eyes before looking back at the camera with a frown, "I guess I should start at the beginning: with my story before I met Alviss. Let's just say it's not really a good one... I was born into a life a crime; my father was the leader of a Russian gang as was his father before him and so on. Basically...

A family business."

The older brunette laughed bitterly, "Gemma, I know that you always thought of me as this perfect angelic person but in truth?

I'm not.

I've done some horrible deeds.

Been through things that no child should experience.

Killed innocent lives."

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Gemma numbly stared at the tv with widened eyes; mouth slightly opened due to shock. As her mind tried to process what she was hearing...

Her mother... killed people?

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A sob tore from the silver hued woman's throat, voice cracking "I-I didn't want to... and my mother didn't want any part of this... but...", she hiccuped heavily as tears streamed down her cheeks, "He would threaten to hurt her if I didn't do as he said! And she was the only lifeline I had; just like I am to you..."

The distressed older brunette looked down in heartbreak and regret, "I never wanted this for you... to constantly have you depend on only me and be stuck in this house for most of your life. I honestly thought that your father was invincible and he was so strong... so wise! That he would be with me to help raise you; Alviss was so happy when he found out he was going to be a father... ", Anya's eyes dulled and a small smile graced her lips as if her mind had taken her to a happier time before it scrunched up in anguish, "But I was proven wrong on the day Bular attacked the Nymph's forest.", she shook her head to clear her thoughts, "But, I'm getting off track here...

When my mother finally had enough of my father's ways, she took the opportunity of him going out of town to pack up her bags and to escape with me out of that Hell hole. And we were able to...

For the time being.

We constantly moved from place to place; changing our names. I was never able to make any friends in fear of them getting hurt or worse and the fact we never stayed in an area for very long. I got very sad and lonely... more so when he had found us....

And killed my mother right in front of me."

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A tear trailed down one of Gemma's cheeks as she watched her mother break down hysterically; her beautiful form hunched over in grief and her hands covering her face. Once Anya had calmed down enough, she continued her story.

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"I was dragged back to my father's mansion and was punished severely for my mother's and I's betrayal; almost losing my life. But, unfortunately, he had already made plans concerning my future. It wasn't until I turned eighteen that I learned that bastard had arranged a marriage between me and the son of a rival gang that he had been having problems with. So...

I've made plans of my own.

Using the skills that my father had beaten into me, I ran away; not once did I look back. I returned to the life of running and hiding until I was found and chased into the woods of Quinault, Washington; where giant and ancient trees ruled.