The Real You (BWWM)

25: The past pt.3

April 1st, 2016

I sit there in a local coffee shop, observing the people in here. To my left, there was a middle aged couple, trying not to make their fight obvious. Which its pretty obvious. To my right, a nerdy girl with garamond bold glasses reading a thick novel. She seems to be engrossed in the printed words. A smile faintly appears on my face. I take a sip of my warm green tea and look outside at the cold. I miss this. Just being able to... relax. This would be the time of the year my family would visit my grandparents in North Carolina. Their little house on acres of land, horses galloping in the cool breeze, to feel the true love seeping out of my grandparents. To feel happy. I've felt happiness with Daniel, but that only brought sadness in the end. I was happy with Charlie, but the end result was betrayal. I guess happiness doesn't last as long as people perceive it to. My smile soon fades away. I pack all my things and head to my next stop. 

I walk into the bar, trying to act inconspicuous. I walk over to the bartender and sit down. "I'm looking for Alphonzo." The bartender looks up at me with a cocked eyebrow, skeptical at my request.

"Who should I make it out to?" 

"Tell him it's Kyra Nor, and I'm looking for information." He walks into the back to find Alphonzo. He comes back to the main bar and motions for me to follow him. I obey and get out my seat, walking to the back. I'm greeted by a fat Italian man with about 20 chains hanging from his neck. He sits in a antique walnut wood chair and holds out his hand. I bow down and kiss his ring. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure Ms. Nor?" I stand up from the ground and tuck my hands in my coat pockets. His Italian accent is heavier than his weight and spoke like a proper mobster. 

"I heard you had information on the person trying to buy me?"

"And of who is this person of interest I might ask?" 

"David Grayson. I need everything you have on him; bank statements, past vacation spots, possible mistress, even what he ate for dinner in the last month." One of his men rummage through a file cabinet. He finds the one he was searching for and hands it to me. Before I turn to leave, Alphonzo says, 

"Why the sudden interest in Mr. Grayson?" I mischievously grin. 

"Just a little social experiment I'm working on. Do you have my blessing father?" Alphonzo purses his lips together and nods, giving me consent. 

April 3rd, 2016

I haven't sleep nor have I eaten since my meet up with Alphonzo. I've been trying to use every waking moment to study David and his family. He has a son Jacob, a late daughter Hannah, and a wife of 23 years named Marilyn. He has been running for mayor for the past 2 years, his wife is a doctor at Seattle Children's Hospital, and his son attends Princeton. His daughter was eight when she killed by a drunk driver and since then the family has been in shambles. Jacob and David started working for Charlie and the mom helps with taking care of the girls that Charlie trades off. I try to think of a plan but the lack of sleep is starting to effect me. I look around the man I'm staying with room. Its a complete dump. But I just need something to hold me over till I can come up with the plan. I turn my attention to the T.V. Some low budget soap opera is on at the moment. Apparently Kim's evil twin sister ran away and got shot, pretending to have amnesia so she could get close to the doctor. A light suddenly goes off in my head. That's it. All I need to do is get hurt some way, get treated by Marilyn at her hospital, get close to her and her family, then take them down. Then the realistic questions come into play. How will I get into Marilyn's hospital? I'll just get hurt somewhere near the hospital. How will I know that Marilyn will treat me herself? Simple, I get an injury in which her floor specializes in. And if she doesn't see me as her patient, I'll just have to request her as my doctor. What if she doesn't allow me to get close? I guess I'll just have to be persuasive.

 April 4th, 2016

I walk into a deep forest, trying to find a spot to put my book bag. I find a spot and dig a deep enough hole. I open my bag and look inside one more time. I pick up a picture of a headline my family was in I found in Vegas. This is my family...was my family. My loving and caring family. And I killed them. I kiss their picture and whisper to myself,

"I'm going to fix this. All of this. For you guys." I drop my bag in and walk off.

I  can't believe I'm doing this. I'm taking crazy to a whole other level. Who am I kidding, I stepped over that line the night I killed my family. But this... this is completely psychotic. I gaze at the moving cars, psyching myself out. I breath in a deep frigid breath and close my eyes. If this works, I uncover Charlie for who he really is and turn myself in. If it doesn't work and its kills me, I'll die trying. "Here we go." I run into oncoming traffic and look into the man inside the car until I can't see anything anymore...

I'm warm. The smell of cookies fill the air. I slowly open my eyes and look around to see that I'm in my old room. I pull the covers off and walk into our tiny kitchen. My mom turns around to face me and smiles brightly. "Hi sweetie." I run up to her and hug her tightly. We stand there for a moment until she whispers something in my ear. "Murderer." 

"What?" She pushes me off of her and into the pantry. 

"Murderer!" She grabs a knife and hold it near my face. "You've killed so many people in your path. Now you'll see how we felt slowly dying in our own home." She moves the knife to my neck and I scream out. 

"No! Don't do this! Please!" She smiles a smile of the devil. 

"Did you stop when John begged for his life? Or Sasha? Or even Kyra?" Tears viciously escape my eyes and onto my cheeks.

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to do any of this! Forgive me please!" 

"Its too late for forgiveness sweetheart!" My mother says in the most sinister way. She quickly runs the knife through my neck but I wake up before she could do any damage. I look around and see that I'm attached to an IV. I'm guessing I'm in a hospital. Suddenly, I hear the door to my room open. A middle aged doctor comes through and walks up to me. 

"How are we doing today?" I shake my head, slightly forgetting what happened this morning. 

"What happened to me?" He takes out his flashlight and looks into my eyes. 

"You were hit by a car my darlin." I can hear a trace of southern in his accent. I assume he is from Tennessee. The events of what happened soon collect to me and I decide the go on with the plan. "Whats your name?" 

"It's Kyra Nor." 

"Okay Kyra Nor. Why did you go out into incoming traffic?" 

"I don't know. I-I don't remember what happened." I start to cause a hysteric scene. "Where am I? W-what the hell is going on!" He puts his flashlight back in his bag and tries to calm me down. 

"It's okay, it just seems like you had some trauma to your memory. Do you remember where you're from?" I shake my head hastily. 

"No!" I start panicking again. 

"Ms. Nor you are going to be fine. I'm just going to have to run some test on you and tell my partner to come and take a look at you herself." 

"Okay." He finally walks out the room and a let a sigh of relief loose. The plan is going well so far. I'll just have to keep this facade up. 

"Kyra Nor. Fifteen year old female hit by a car with signs of amnestic syndrome." I hear talking out of my room door and sit up to listen more. I can hear my doctor talking to someone. 

"Amnesia?" A unfamiliar woman's voice says skeptical.  

"Retrograde amnesia to be exact." I see the door start to open and I try to pretend that I wasn't listening. 

  "How are you feeling Kyra?"  A lady with sunflower blonde hair and looks to be in her late 40's appears with my doctor. I can tell from all the pictures I've seen that she's Marilyn Grayson. 

  "I can't remember anything. But besides that fine." I look up and see him. The boy with gunmetal blue eyes and dark hair. The boy I've never seen, but felt like I've known for years. The boy... that stole my heart.