Alone

The Letter

Carla

I spent at least an hour on the floor trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. At least it felt like an hour.

I couldn't believe what had happened. Life as I know just started crumbling.

All I could think of was why my dad didn't tell me.

I know it's hard to just walk up to me and say yo you're adopted. But still the truth would have been greatly appreciated.

I'm glad my dad took me in but at the same time I felt a spark of rage in me.

Its no surprise mum... I mean Laura never liked me.

I've wondered about it a couple of times but my dad always reassured me so I brushed it off.

Another lingering thought was the fact that it was okay for my birth parents to abandon me.

And at a young age. I wondered what kind of monsters they were.

Are they still alive.

Do I want to meet them or maybe I'm better off not knowing them.

I decided to go back to the basement. At least this time Laura's asleep. I hope she gets a wicked hangover.

I went down and found the same bag. With the same envelope in it.

On the envelope it said "To Carla. From Dad".

I opened it up and it read.

Carla my darling.

If you're reading this letter you probably found out the truth and I'm not here to say it in person.

I was waiting for you to turn eighteen before breaking the news to you. So don't be mad little one.

I found you when your mum Laura and I were in New york for our honeymoon.

We found your birth mother in an alley badly injured. She held on to a baby and that baby was you Carla.

You were the most magical thing I had ever seen. I walked up to where you guys were I saw a bag in your mother's arms.

I then took you guys to the hospital. After a few hours your mother had regained consciousness.

I went into the room and spoke with her. She told me everything. How she was attacked. How she had to run.

She explained everything to me. And soon we came to an agreement. She was to go into hiding and I'll take care of you.

She promised to come back for you once you're eighteen. She also said if she wasn't alive at the time I should tell you about your real identity.

And also give the bag to you.

So here it goes darling.

Your real name is Alexandria Maria Hernandez. That explains your easy flow with Spanish.

I still remember how you convinced yourself that one of my long lost relatives must be Hispanic.

Your family is well.... Special. Your dad runs one of the biggest cartels in mexico.

He's businesses ranges from drugs to casinos to arm dealerships and everything illegal you could think of.

Although he was immune because of he's high status and reputation for cruelty he had one weakness. You, your mother and your brother.

Your brother was five years old when your mother had to run away with you.

Your life was in danger and all your mother could do was to try and protect you.

Your father's enemies knew without a doubt killing you would throw him off he's game.

Carla if you would like to meet your family. All the information you'd need is in the bag.

Then again if you don't want to meet them its totally acceptable. Laura has no problem in taking care of you.

Take care my little flower.
And I hope you make the right choice.
                                                Love dad.

After reading the letter I could feel my arms shaking.

I couldn't understand reality.

I couldn't bring myself to go through the contents of the bag. All I could do was let the tears stream down my cheeks.

At that very moment I held my dad in extremely high regard. He was the nicest person.

Taking me in, looking after me, raising me. He did all these for a stranger's daughter.

I wiped the tears off my face and grabbed the bag stuffing the letter back inside.

I took the bag to my room. I wasn't ready to go through it. But I want it by my side.

While in my room still lost in thought. Jayden came across my mind.

I decided to go over to he's place.

And this time I used the front door. I didn't care about what Laura would say.

It was late but I still wanted to see him. So I sent a text.

Me:
Jay please come outside I'm waiting.

He sent he's reply quite fast for two in the morning.

Jay:
Alright give me a minute.

I stood on he's porch as I waited for him to come out.

He came out soon. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a tee shirt that looked like it was just put on.

He's deep blue eyes glittered under the moon light.

Seeing him now just made me regret my decision even more.

"Stop staring". He said poking my shoulder.

"I wasn't staring"

"Yeah right". He said then rolled he's eyes."I know you're not just here to admire my porch so what's up?" He asked getting straight to the point.

"I came here to say that I'm sorry". I said while trying to be cute so he could forgive me.

He didn't say a word. I felt terrible maybe he's fed up with me.

"Well Carla baby" he finally spoke up after like 30 years. "I was never upset with you. I understand you had to get some alone time".

"I don't want to be alone anymore I want to be with you". I said as I moved closer towards him.

"So what do you say. Are we back on". I said with a grin on my face.

"We were never off baby". He said right before pulling me in for a kiss.

It felt like I haven't kissed him for years. The feeling was incredible.