My happiness

Please stay with me

⚠️triggers⚠️: blood, death.

Word count: 817

Twin sister!?

"What do you mean twin sister? I thought you were the only one..."

What now!? I could've had another daughter? How was this possible!? Well I knew how it was possible but how come she never was with Alanna? What happened to her?

"I was the only one when you met me, before that we were together..."

*flashback*

"The dumber one is going on that mission. Take Grace we'll need Alanna here.",Dreykov told one of the madams while taking Alanna by one arm.

Alanna wanted to get away from him. But his grip was too strong.

"Excuse me mister, can I please tell her goodbye..", she shyly asked Dreykov using her puppy eyes. 

"No. Stop being so weak. Just keep walking.", he answered her with a strong Russian accent.

Alanna just nodded a little in fear of him getting mad at her for saying anything else.

But instead of her running towards her sister, Grace ran towards her and hugged her.

"Bye bye sissy... I will miss you...", she said giving Alanna a peck on her cheek.

Alanna and Grace looked like a lot of other twins basically the same. But their characteristics were different.

Grace was the more childish one. She liked playing around and didn't care about the red room. She behaved like a 2 year old.

Alanna on the other hand was more of a fighter. She was stubborn like Natasha. She talked pretty much for a two year old. Was kid of really smart for a two year old.

"Bye bye Grace.."

They could've taken the two of them but they needed the one that behaved more like a child and Grace was the kid. Not Alanna. So this meant they had to leave each other. Even if they needed each one another.

*end of flashback*

"Do you know where they took her...?", I asked full of hope. Maybe I could help her! I could've gotten her back and have Alanna and her together!

"I don't know mommy.", she answered me, again yawning.

We stopped at Walmart to buy some things for the house since we hadn't been there for weeks.

I decided not to talk about Grace anymore because I saw the way Alanna reacted to it before. But there still was this weird feeling in my stomach. I might've killed Dreykov years ago but what happened to her.

A little two year old all alone.

I had another daughter and I didn't even know about her. She couldn't have been anywhere and I wouldn't know. She could've been dead and I wouldn't know.

"Let me help you.", I told Alanna as I helped her get down of her child sit. I looked down at her and smiled as I realized that her shoestrings were open. 

"Let me tie your shoestrings cutie.", I said as I tried to kneel down, but she stopped me.

"I can do it myself mom.", Alanna told me kind of pushing me away, yes she pushed me away! To be honest, this was pretty hurtful. I used to do that for her!

I could hear in her voice, she still was mad. At least she was talking to me. But not the way she used to.

I just had to give her some time. It would get better, I knew it.

*at night*

I woke up on the couch. I was confused thinking 'huh I thought I fell asleep on my bed..'

As I tried to sit up I started having this weird feeling.

A feeling that told me to go look after Alanna. As if she was in pain. Or something was happening to her.

I quickly and concerned walked over to her room.

No, no, no....

She was laying there, blood all over her clothes and her sheets.

I ran to her and took her to my arms.

"No!", I cried out. It felt like my whole heart was ripped apart, ripped out of my chest.

"You killed my daughter so now I killed yours. The other one's next."

I turned around to see who said this cruel thing.

Dreykov.

****

"Mommy wake up, you're scaring me... Mommy!"

I felt how two tiny hands were shaking my sweaty body.

"Don't cry mommy...", she said hugging me.

I woke up.

Everything was a dream. Thanks to god everything was a dream.

Alanna cupped my face, looked me for a moment in the eyes and kissed my cheek.

"I'm sorry about how I treated you earlier, but please don't cry...", she hugged me again.

I just hugged her back. I was still in shock, as much as I wanted to tell her that this was not her fault and that I am sorry, I couldn't, it seemed impossible.

After a couple of minutes I finally felt like I could say something.

"Please stay here cutie..."

"I will mama, I will."