Secretly Alive

~8~

Today was a memorable day... The day i "died".

It's actually crazy if you think about it. There's an actual grave out there, with my name on it and shit. Aiden always visits my grave on this day. He brings my favorite flowers, too. I don't know if he actually feels bad for everything that happened or if he goes there just to tell himself he did.

I decided I should visit my grave at least once because i may have survived, but a piece of me actually died that night.

I dressed up like an old lady, old baggy clothes and sunglasses, even though its night time, because imagine if someone sees me standing in front of my own grave... They would freak out! No doubt about that, I would, too.
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I stand above my grave, staring at it for a couple of minutes. How ironic of them to think that I actually died. They put no effort into finding my body. I tricked them so effortlessly... I was a bad bitch even at the age of 14. Pour little girl, she wouldn't approve my revenge on Aiden, but I'm actually doing this for her. The person I considered family and love of my life let me die because he was a pussy.
As i was staring at my grave wondering who even paid for that... He definitely wouldn't pay for it.

I felt footsteps coming from behind me, and I pulled the scarf closer to my face and turned around to leave, only seeing Aiden walking towards the grave, holding white tulips in his hands.

He stared at me with confusion in his eyes. I don't blame him... I had no one else besides him, after my parents died. He approached slowly giving me a small nod and placed the flowers on the stone. He took a deep breath and stared at it in silence. I stood there facing the grave and not him, trying to keep my face hidden as much as I can.

He finally turned to look at me and asked in a soft voice. "Did you know her?"

I sighed and simply shook my head. Dammit! Why is he everywhere? Can't a girl visit her grave in peace?

"I hope you find peace through the pain, let the scars heal themselves, and everything will be alright. That's what my mother said to me when my father died. I hope it helps you." He said so low I could barely hear his voice. He was talking more to himself than the stranger he thought was next to him.

And then I saw from the corner of my eye a tear falling down his cheek. I can't bear it...I turned around and started walking away as fast as I could. Why isn't everything going according to plan? What if he recognized me? What would I tell him? Hello Aiden I'm actually Cassandra and I'm staring at my grave for god knows how long? Ugh! Im actually so annoyed with everything right now. Why does he still visit my grave huh? He was the reason I almost died that night! He is the reason I have that ugly ass scar on my neck! Fucking coward!

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I took a long warm bath trying to relax my body and mind. I sat on my comfy large couch and started watching my favorite TV show, actually trying to occupy myself with something more productive. As I was licking a fullspoon of my favorite caramel flavored ice cream, my phone rang but the caller ID was anonymous. I picked it up and I swear, just as I heard the voice, I froze.

"Hello, sweetheart."

Sweat coted my whole body and my breath hitched in my throat.
This isn't actually happening is it? This can't be right. How did he find me? After all these years. No. No. No...

"H-how?" I answered with a shaky voice, I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Cassandra" he said with the usual low husky voice he always had due to smoking all day, and my body went numb. I couldn't bring myself to say something, I was still in shock. The man that raised me and turned me into this kind of monster, found me.

"You thought I wouldn't find out?" I heard him light up a cigarette. "You fooled all of us. You thought I belived you were dead" he chuckled sarcastically. "You forgot something though, I was the on who taught you everything. You thought you didn't leave any traces behind huh? I taught you how to do that." he finally added and i swear to god, my stomach took five turns.

"What do you want?" I finally let out trying to sound collected.

"Didn't you miss me? Come on Cassandra, I raised you when you had no one, when you had nothing." he said with his usual cocky tone. It's been so long since I heard someone call me by my real name.

Walter Brown. The man that took me when my parents died and put a roof over my head. The man that took me from that orphanage claiming that he just wanted a family. The man that had no intention of actually building a family, but just wanted someone to train do his dirty work.

"Walter" actually means Army Ruler. It's like he's mom knew who she was raising.

He is the reason I met Aiden in the first place. He had taken him from the streets three years before he took me. Both with no one to look or care for us. So convenient...

"I'm not afraid of you Walter, as you can see I made myself pretty famous around here. Everyone is after me. I am the big bird now, not you. You grew old and now you're powerless." I tried to stand on my ground, I wasn't letting him know I'm intimidated by him. I was terrified of him, yes... but for sure I wasn't letting him get any kind of satisfaction.

He let out a low chuckle as he put out his cigarette. "Yeah I saw the news. How adorable your little reunion with Foster hm?". My blood boiled when I heard his sarcastic comment. "Does he know? That you're the little killer he's after? Judging by his actions these past few days, he has no idea."

I stood up straight from the couch as i heard him mention Aiden's name. "You have been watching him this whole time too?" I scoffed, not believing that he actually knew all this time where he was and what he was doing, like he's his little puppet. "You're sick! Haven't you got anything better to do? Aren't you tired from all of this? You ruined so many people's lifes. What else could you possibly want?"

"You see Cassandra..." I heard him take a deep breath. " You and Aidan were my most powerful weapons, I got so disappointed when you both left me. After that night, I wasn't that successful any more. Isn't it time to do the same favor to you two? Call it a gift from your father, sweety." I was sure he smirked after pulling the father card on me. I feel like I am going to have a stroke from all this anger I have inside me.

I finally answered, raising my voice. "You're not my fucking father! Do you have any idea how much damage your actions did to us? Do you think you're some kind of powerful villain? No shit old man! You're dying and you finally realize that you're alone! And you know what?" I took a deep breath making sure I was going to enjoy what I'm about to say. "You fucking deserve it."

He was silent for a moment. Probably pissed off about the fact that he knew what I said was true. "You don't think I have a power over you?" His voice low and challenging.

"No, not anymore" My voice now confident and demanding.

"How about I call your little boyfriend and tell him that the girl he was in love with and thinks he accidentally killed, is still alive and playing with him in his face huh? Would you still say i don't have power over you ?" He tried to sound playful but I could hear the threatening tone in his voice. He wasn't bluffing and I knew it.

"You wouldn't, and you know why? Because you know when i find you, im going to kill you. Im going to find you Walter, and you're going to wish that you never took me from that orphanage". I threatened him now. I wasn't bluffing and he knew it.

"You grew up nice Cassandra, you sound so much like me, im proud of y-" I didn't even want to hear the last sentence, so I hanged up and threw my phone across the room. I sat down and held my head, trying to find a way to calm down.

Was he bluffing when he said that he's going to tell Aidan? He has something on me and he can keep threatening me forever.

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes shut. When I finally calmed a bit, my phone rang again. I startled at the sound, reminding me the past 10 minutes. I walked across the room where I had tossed my phone earlier. Luckily it didn't break. I glanced at the name on the screen.

Aidan.

I couldn't talk to him right now. I didn't want him to hear me like this,but at the same time I wanted to warn him about Walter. Shit, this is bad, really bad. I stared at the screen until it stopped ringing,but then he texted me instead.

All he wrote was: "We need to talk"