traitor..? (REWRITING) (credits: 9melons)

your dead..right?

(Rileys pov)
(Mentions of sh, r@pe and other upsetting topics)

Right so.
Something happend.
And me and Alya are now laughing about it.
'Who gets caught doing that?!' Alya yelled through laughter.
I was just laughing.
The police officers infront of us weren't impressed.

'Ma'am and miss. Please calm down, this is a serious situation' One of the officers spoke.
It took us a few mins to finally stop laughing.

'Ma'am your husband was caught..'
The officer had to hesitate at this.
I knew what was coming and I was trying my hardest to contain my laughter.
I was bitting my tounge so hard it started bleeding.
'He was caught offering weed to a police officer.'
The officer spoke.
He seemed pissed as he tried to explain this to us.
'And we need to know if you are willing to bail him out'
Oh shit- Alya hesitated with her answer.
I mean this is her husband but it's not like he was a good one.
'If you dont, he will face 5 years in prison'
......I looked at Alya.
'No'
You go girl!
'No? But it is your husband?'
'Yes it is my husband.. BUT I refuse to let it go free for selling drugs in the first place'

***
So mark is in prison. We get visiting hours but we have only ever gone once and we laughed at his face.

I was currently in my room reading on reddit when I got a message from an unknows number.

Is this Riley Elton?

. . . What? How did this person know my name. I was staring at my phone for a few minutes until the 3 bubbles appeared again. Saying that the person was typing. It's probably some 50yr old man that found my discord name or some shit.

If it is I want you to know I have been looking for you for years.

Okay. Now I'm nervous.

(Omg it's 2:30 am and I'm so fucking hungry)

My hands hovered over the keypad. I was debating on telling alya but soon decided against it. I ignored the message completely.

***
'Riley?' Alya had knocked on the door.
'Yea?'
'There is someone here who wants to see you' alya responded. Her voice held and emotion I couldn't quite work out.
'Let them in'

The white door slowly creeked open and there stood a girl. Around 5'8 leaning against my door frame. Her arms were crossed and she seemed rather skinny but also had muscle.

I spun around on my chair to face her. I was so confused on to who this was.

Alya walked down the stairs, leaving me and this weird girl.

'Who are you?' I uttered.

The girl smirked in response, I took in her facial features. She had freckles that littered her face like rain would litter a window. Her jawline was sharp. Almost perfect. The kind that girls would pay thousands to get it made in plastic, but nothing about her face seemed plastic. Her mouth had a scar that went from the top left to bottom right. It looked recent, healed but still fresh. She also has a scar that was planted over her left eye, it spread over to her other eye in short flicks.

A few burn marks were there aswell. And her neck was bruised. But her eyes were so confusing. They were a brownish red. They looks so real. Her eyes matched her hair which was half shaved but long. Nothing about this girl seemed fake apart from her hair. The original brown slowly making its way into the flow.

'Who are you?' I asked again. Only to once again be met by a smirk.

'I'm...surprised..I managed to find you'
That..
Voice.
It had a thick Russian accent. Easily recognisable. But it's not possible..
She's dead. She was reported missing and the search got dropped 2 years ago. It's not possible. No..