Twisted Past

Chapter 11

P.O.V. Ava
She kissed him. I can't believe that she kissed him on the cheek and he was taken aback. His cheeks turned red. He smiled casually at her. He talked about his mom to her. He told her that he just tried to forget everything. She didn't even really ask if he looked at other pictures and he still told her. That's so not fair! He never told me those things! He never told me about his parents! You never really asked. He wouldn't have told me anyways. Until this day he hadn't told me why hated singing so much. He danced that I get why I never knew about it, he tried to forget but what so so bad at singing? His mom wasn't a singer she was a dancer! Was his dad maybe a singer or what was wrong with singing? Why are you so caught up on the singing? Because if I instead reply what just happened I would want to rip Anas sweet head off. That's not fair, she was an angel and I hated her. Does that make me a bad person?

"Are you okay?" Stella put her hand on my shoulder.
"He didn't go out to coffee for a talk with her. That's good, right?" I tried to see the positive side but looking at my friends expressions they thought the same thing as I. This Alex in that studio, was another man than we all knew. Even I didn't know him like that. And I just want to find out who that guy is because this was natural behaviour. He didn't really think except of the coffee thing. And I hate the whole last week. His past is coming to our present and we are supposed to get married in a couple of days and all of this is just twisted now.

P.O.V. Alex:

I sat down on the bench because I just had to know what was written in the letter.
I dropped to the end of the letter

I love you
Lucy

So the letter is from mom. I knew it. But why did Ana want to give me the letter Mom wrote to her? My mom wrote me, Nina, Ana and Raoul a letter. She wrote them when we were all still kids and it was right after our first dance show. We were seven and our dancing was ridiculous. She felt like she had to write us all a letter. For her children, her second daughter and her nephew. Raouls parents were really good friends with my parents, they were like siblings so she was like an aunt to Raoul. She gave all of the letters to her lawyer. I got mine when I was twenty-one. Raoul got his when he was twenty-one too. Ana got hers when she turned eighteen and I got Nina's letter when she would have celebrated her eighteenth birthday. What I wouldn't do to see her eight-teen year old version. I never read Nina's letter. I couldn't. It never felt right.

Hi,

Hi? Mom would have never started a letter to anyone with Hi. She would have written "Dear Ana" or "Ana, Sweetheart" or I don't know but not hi.

I did not know how to start this letter but I really wanted to write one for you.
I was born on March 4th 2021.

Wait what? I was so confused. So this is a four year old kid? But- I don't understand. Just keep reading!

Just one day before your dad. Isn't that cool?
I really hope that one day you will read this letter. I wrote this with my mommy on my 4th birthday. I can't write yet, so I'm telling mommy what to write.
I also go to dancing school. I love dancing! Just like your mom! I hope one day I can dance as good as her.
Every year on grandmas and grandpas wedding day mom and I watch the old home videos. My favourite is when you and your sister Nina sing the song for your mom and then run to her to hug her.
There is also a picture of you in my room. It is one of my favourite pictures of you. I think you were eight-teen at that time but I'm not sure. Mom will probably tell me now. She says it was when you were eight-teen. Anyways, it is on my nightstand, so you can protect me at night while I sleep. Sometimes I get scared at night and then I turn to your picture and I feel better. And when I don't feel better I take the picture and hug it then I'm all better and can fall asleep.
I know that you don't know about me yet, so I'm not mad. I just want us to meet soon.
I love you
Lucy

I swallowed hard. My heart is racing. This has to be joke. There is no way, Ana would have kept such a big secret from me. There is no way, Ana would had done this to me. It didn't make any sense. I broke up with Ana six years ago. You slept with her five years ago too in July, on her birthday. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I remembered that day now. It was the first birthday of hers when it was not planned is celebrating together since her 16th birthday. We were together for eight years. Eight years. I thought I was going to marry her one day. Fuck! And on that day all I could do was think about her. I drove up to her apartment and knocked. She opened the door, surprised to see me of course and I kissed her. We had spent the night together. I went back home the next day. A couple of weeks later when I tried to call her, she had changed her number already. I tried to check on her at her apartment but she had moved. I was devastated. Of course I could have found out her new address and phone number in a split of a second if I wanted too and she knew it. It was a message. She wanted to be left alone and for me to exit her life forever. I thought I could never love anyone again. But I did. I fell in love with Ava and I am supposed to marry her in three days. I couldn't do that anymore. It was not fair to her. I couldn't marry her and then tell her that I had a daughter. I read the letter again and I realised I had missed the last part.

P.S. there is something else in the envelope for you but I didn't want to tell mommy what it was so just look really good.

I put my fingers in the envelope and fished a bracelet out. It was my old friendship bracelet, Ana gave me so many years ago. Ana had the same one but instead of blue and purple stripes, she had yellow and blue one. When I broke up with Ana six years ago I had put it on her nightstand. I put the bracelet on my wrist. It felt somewhat comforting having it back on. In the envelope was a picture too. A baby girl. My baby girl.

My heart got heavy. Silent panic overcame me. I had to talk to someone.

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