Agent

Chapter 19: The past

Song for the chapter:

Say something- A great big world.

(The lyrics are misleading but the tone and mood of the song really helped when writing this and really help set the emotion in it.)

Alex's POV

"Okay" I said.

"I'll tell you..... everything"

"You don't have to... I mean I don't want to force you" he looked at me with curious eyes.

"I trust you Liam, and trust me when I say I don't trust." I smiled at him.

I don't know why, but Liam just had the personality of a trustworthy person.

"Hey come lay with me." I patted the space of the bed next to me. I felt the bed sink and he turned to me. I couldn't look at him, it would be easier if I didn't. So I stared at the suddenly every interesting ceiling.

"Kayla. That's my real name."

"Why wouldn't you tell us your real name?" his brown eyes peered at me confused.

"Because Kayla is broken. And we get a new identity for each case. It's just safer." He nodded in understanding but I could see he has more questions.

"On my sixth birthday my father and I got into a really bad car accident. We were coming home from picking up my birthday cake. It was the best and worst day of my life. Best- I got the doll I wanted all year." I chuckled emotionlessly. "Worst was my dad died. The drunk driver hit the front of the car and the impact killed him immediately.

When the ambulance came, they took him away and examined me. I was fine, a few scratches here and there. When my mother came to the hospital, she was a wreck. Her cries turned to shouts and her shouts turned to a deadly silence. She gave me the coldest look I had ever seen." I choked down the knot in my throat.

"She blamed me for the death. She blamed me, a six year old for the death of my father! It didn't take long for her brainwashing to sink in and eventually I believed it. She never spoke to me unless it was to demand things out of me or to..." I trailed off.

Liam grabbed my hand, I still couldn't look at him. I was glad he didn't say anything. As they say, actions speak louder than words. In the right context.

"So a couple weeks after, I began to become confused and hurt. I decided to confront her. Not an angry confrontation, but a sad one. I was so focused on getting my point across to her that I didn't realise she had been drinking. Her eyes were glazed over and her breath reeked of beer. She was drunk. After I spoke to her, she hit me. For the first time in my life I had ever been hit. Yeah I was a mischievous kid before but my dad always talked it out and that was enough. My dad wasn't there now, but how I wish he was." I was numb with a heavy heart.

"She didn't stop. She punched and kicked and scratched harder and harder each time I begged her to stop. I cried so much that night and I lost a lot of blood too. Eventually she had tired herself out from beating me up and fell asleep on the couch."

Tears of my cracked pass ran freely down my flawed face, clouding my vision.

"My four year old sister Sophia, darling Sophia helped me that night."

*Flashback*

"Come sissie, I'll fix you." I leaned my broken body against hers as struggled to carry me upstairs.

"Thank you Sophie" All I could do now was say thank you.

She lay me on the bed and dabbed me with a wet towel. She was playing doctor doctor on me in this sinister situation.