Secrets In The Open

Chapter 14: Remember Me.

Alana's P.O.V.

"Sunday sounds good.....mom? Can I call you mom?" I asked unsure.

"It's okay, you can call me mom....after all, you came out of me." she mumbled the last part causing me to giggle. A knocking sound came from my door. I looked over to see Layah poking her head through. I smiled.

"Oh, Layah just came to my office. yeah, I'll tell her." Layah came in, closed the door behind her, and sat in the chair across from me. I looked at her. "Okay, bye mom." I ended the call.

"Mom, huh?" she said, starting off. I felt a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Yeah...we've been....spending some time together over these past few weeks." I smiled. She only nodded. "It's been really nice to see her again. I really missed her and dad." I said quietly.

"Look, Alana." she said unsure.

"You can call me Alana." I reassured.

"Okay, well, I would like to apologize about my actions and behaviour.....the way I've been acting towards you." she said. It caused a small grin to appear on my face. "It's just that...I've been my parents' ONLY child for 18 and a half years....and they kept the fact that I had a sister hidden from me." she said as she fold her arms and scrunched up her face.

"Look, Layah, when I realized that you were my little sister, I was overwhelmed with relief, joy, and worry." I said sadly.

"Why worry?" she asked confused and concern.

I sighed and cleared my throat, "I was adopted when I was 14 years old. I was MORE than glad to change my name to Alana Mitchell, because..... too much pain comes along with the name Aliyah King." she sat there quietly, soaking in what I had just said. But little does she know, this is just the beginning. "Our dad...Our dad, Layah." I sighed, "Our dad is the infamous Drug Lord "Smoke" and the people who took me were old members that worked for him." This caused Layah to shift in her seat. She began to screw up her face and I could see she didn't believe me.

"Wait, Wait, what? That's not true! Are you...YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE UP LIES TO GAIN MY SYMPATHY?!" she screamed.

"Why would I do something like that?" I exasperated. "I was tormented and poorly treated just because I was his daughter! Every month dad made us change states! After I was taken, we would change states so that rival gangs wouldn't have the opportunity to attack!" I half-yelled. I felt myself getting ready to cry. "They had me doing all sorts of horrible things!" I felt hot tears stream down my face and burst into tears. I sobbed but tried to calm down and stay strong. "One day I was a show girl, the next day I was a sex slave to these disgusting men of all ages. I was only eight, EIGHT. A little girl." I cried harder. "I couldn't even cry out for my parents, because as far as I knew, they were dead." I said trying to calm down. I looked at Layah. She looked upset but I can still see that she didn't believe me.

It was silent.

She handed me a napkin. "You said you were adopted. So how did you get away from them?...the people that took you?" she asked.

I wiped my tears and tried to calmed down. "They were doing some trade...and it went bad. Gunshots everywhere, I was in the room where they kept me. And this guy...he looked no older than me, carried me out. The other guys who were with him assured me that everyone was dead." I said quietly.

We sat there in the silence, absorbing the dark feeling that permeated the room.

She cleared her throat. "Did you ever find out the guy's name?" I swallowed hard and looked up at her.

"His name was Marco."

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Marco's P.O.V.

I woke up in a dimly lit room with my head spinning and my eyes were burning. 'Where am I?' I thought. I looked down to see a bandage on my chest. I peeled it off to see stitches going downwards on my chest. I was stunned. 'What the hell happened?' I thought to myself. I was startled out of my thoughts by a deep but familiar voice.

"It's about time you woke up, princess." Roman stepped into the dim light with his arms folded.

"Shit." I rubbed my head. "How long have I been out Unc,?" I asked trying to figure out where I was.

"You were out a few days, it's Friday now. You a lil bitch forreal." he chuckled the last part.

"Shiiiittt, D'Jay production tonight." I mumbled.

Roman looked at me confused. "That lil nigga I picked up from high school died or something? Cause this version I got here is wack." he said as he smiled and threw a shirt at me.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked irritated.

"A far way from home, boy. We had to relocate because too much of our guys were getting hit." he said causing me to become angry.

"You killed the guy that did this to me right?" I snarled.

"Nah." he said with a sinister smile, "I left him for you to finish off." he said. He handed me a loaded gun causing me to smirk. I got up out the bed. I felt a sharp but dulling pain in my chest but decided not to pay attention to it. Roman nodded towards the door. We exited into a hallway.

"That door right there." Roman smirked. I opened the door to see the person who shot me. I walked over to the piece of shit. He was tied up to a chair, badly beaten but still fussing.

"Who the fuck sent you!" I said angrily. He doesn't say anything. He smirked and then started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Roman asked from behind me.

"Nooow I remember you, you had a lil girlfriend. Aliyaaaah righhht?" I clenched my jaw and felt my anger rising. "She really knows what to do with that mou-" I blew his fucking brains out all over the wall, his blood splattered on my face. I didn't even blink as I watched the body fell limp to the ground.

"Welcome home, Marco." Roman said, patting me on the shoulder. I turned around to face him. "It's good to be home, Unc." I said smiling. He handed me a napkin from his pocket. I took it and wiped the blood from my face.

"We need to talk about that job you did before you came to us a few years ago...." he stated. "You found some girl?" he questioned. I clenched my jaw knowing where this was going.

"Yeah, what about her?" I asked irritated.

"Woah, princess. Touchy subject?" he asked curiously.

"No, what about her?" I asked again.

"What was her name?" he questioned.

I sighed internally, "Aliyah, Aliyah King."

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