"Mommy.." I sniffed, tears kept rolling down my cheeks as I tried to push the memory of the nightmare I had woken up from.
I crept towards her door that was slightly opened and peeled inside. Mommy was kneeling against her nightstand with tears down her red cheeks.
I was about to push open the door when she whispered something. It was faint, but I was able to hear it.
"Liam.. my sweet precious boy." She held a crumbled photograph and moved it towards her chest and held it there. "Mommy loves you.." she cried.
My eyes opened and I shot up. My skin was clammy, my hair sticking to my face and back. My breathing was rapid and my heart felt like it was going to break out of my chest.
"Nightmare?"
A figure stepped forward from the far corner of shadows. It wasn't Liam. It was a different man who had curly brown hair and emerald green eyes.
When I didn't reply, he came towards me. Stopping a few feet away from my bed, to which I was still chained down to.
He tilted his head and stared at me for a long time.
"I can see how you're related to Liam," he nodded to himself. "Got the same eyes, the same nose and lips." He smirked.
I pursed my lips and frowned at him. "I am not related to that monster." I seethed.
He chuckled. It wasn't a light chuckle, more like a sinister one.
"But you are." He sat down by my feet and stretched out his own. "It's crazy to think you were hidden from Greyson for seventeen years."
Greyson.. the name of my apparent father.
"I'm surprised Meredith hid you for that long."
"Clearly my mother had a good reason to."
"Did she?" He retorted back. When I failed to reply he continued. "If she did her excuse must be pretty damn good to abandon a four year old son with a manic."
"Don't get me wrong, without Greyson Castello 'The Circle' would never have gained this much influence and power. But that doesn't give him a right to be a parent, being the leader of one of the most cruelest gangs in the world would make the worst parent. And he was."
"My mother was abused." I defended her, she had risked everything to give me a life and I will not allow a bunch of sociopaths to define what kind of a woman my mother was or is.
"Well she knew what she was getting herself into when she fell in love with him."
I didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. My entire world was flipped in a matter of days, everything that I was told was a lie. My name was a lie. How am I supposed to live now?
"You haven't eaten," he pointed to the plate of sandwiches.
"I can't even think of eating."
"Don't blame you," he shrugged and leaned against the end of the bed. "You found out your mother is a lying bitch and your father was the leader of probably the most powerful gang in the world and you have a brother. Who's a borderline sociopath." He added and then laughed to himself.
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I woke up to find a new plate of food by the bedside table. It was pasta and it smelt delicious. My stomach grumbled and all I wanted to do was eat it.
That was when I realised the chains that were bound around my ankles and wrists were gone. The imprint of the tight chains left red marks about my skin, I quickly jolted out of the bed and rushed towards the door. Expecting to find it locked, the door opened when I twisted the knob and pulled.
No one was outside.
I took in the beautiful interior, there were couches around and chandeliers that looked stunning.
I slipped out of the room I was being kept in and wandered down the hallway, reaching a faint foyer that the stairs leading downstairs.
But I could hear voices, several voices belonging to men.
"Oi mate!" Someone screamed. "Put the fucking food back!"
I pushed myself against the wall trying to calm myself. If I could quietly find an unlocked window or a door, I can possibly escape undetected.
It was too risky going downstairs, I could already hear people down there and I imagined there would be men crawling the place.
I followed a different hallway and came into an open balcony. Someone was outside having a smoke. I quickly hid behind one of the couches and watched the person, I couldn't see his face but I saw the smoke backwards around him each time he blew in his smoke.
He abruptly turned around and tossed the cigarette.
It was Liam. He was wearing a navy suit, he looked down at his watch and cursed. And then pulled his phone, he rapidly typed something in before shoving the phone back into his pocket and walked inside.
Please don't come this way. I prayed to myself as I held my breath in. He walked my way.. I pushed myself back against the sofa hoping he wouldn't look at where I was hiding. Fortunately he didn't, he took long strides and walked right passed me. His face was set in a determined expression as he rushed downstairs.
I exhaled. And got up and rushed outside to the balcony.
"Think! Think Liv.." I talked to myself as I scanned my surroundings. Then I spot staircases, leading downstairs. Most likely to a section of their backyard. My eyes lit up as I hurried towards the steps.
I took the steps two at a time, careful not to make any noise. When I reached the bottom I realised this was where they kept their bins. And right next to their bins was a little picket door that lead outside to the streets.
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Secrets
Fiksi Penggemar"You betrayed me." "And you made it so easy." *slow updates*