TRUTH BE TOLD| Agent Micah+ Agent Grey

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September 30th 2017
Sunday

Malia heard the chair infront of her pulled back next to her Mari and Mac look at Micah who stared at the side of her face then Malia who picked her head up from the book to look at him.

"I'm uh getting suffocated by the smoldering looks what about you Mac?" Mari said stacking her food on top of her tray to leave

Mac nodded looking at her "I can feel my bullet wond opening" she said getting her smoothie and sliding her seat back with mari before getting up

"You need something?" Malia asked flatly back to her book

"I haven't talk to you once in over a month and that's all you have to say?" He asked irritated

Malia shrugged flipping the page "Figure you were having family problems, in case you haven't notice I'm not much on the fim side" she said flatly

"What's your real intent?" He asked

Malia look at him blandly "I don-"

"The fuck are you here for? The fuck is this cat and mouse game your playing. You working for someo-"

"Working for somebody?" Malia stiffed a laugh crossing her arms "The hell got into your head about me Micah?"

Micah exhaled irritated "why someone have to be in my head? Can't be my own thoughts?" He snapped at her "you think I'm stupid?"

Malia look at him and smile shaking her head "I think your gullible. I think you very intelligent" she shrugged looking back at her book

"The fuck you just say to me?" Malia asked narrowing her eyes Micah showing she was pissed "you honestly think..wow" she said nodding closing her book

"So let's try this again, I'm Adry'ann Amalita. My parents if I had em both dropped me off at a church when I was two days old" Malia said holding up two fingers "From then I was raised in a Catholic Church until I was first adopted a six to a haspanic family nice family expect my new mother was a drunk jealous alcoholic with a bad need for nicotine and me as her ashtray when my loving new father want to treat me like the rest of the siblings I had."

"Told my social worker gave me a spill on caring about me and blah blah. So eight was the first time I ran away spent six months on the street but when your not the fast girl out if all the other kids when the cops come you get caught" she snapped lowly at him "you get sent back Foster care to await the next family for fucking bullshit promise and speeches on caring about you and never lying to you. Them hard Christen are the worse iv had had an extrosim preform on me because I like to speak italin from the loving family I had before them which I had to leave because it was a mistake in the system. My third world italin was the first sign as a demon I ran away from them at thirteen the branding on my back is my key into heaven fucking gates."

"You know the small abuse, verbal abuse wasn't shit the toughest part of it all Aubrey is fighting for the right to have my purity. Have one thing I can disclose and do with it as I please. Do you not understand how hard you have to hide,fight to not be fucking raped at night? How many times I came close and watched people look at me then ask can he or she have next because of my pretty ass? So fucking excuse me for knowing something about fighting because I been fighting since I was ten, excuse me for knowing so much because I been around so many people to know a thing or two"