Learning the Truth

Chapter 9

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Walker's Fashion Atelier

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Alexandra Walker P.O.V.

After almost two days since I boarded that bus, I finally reached my destination. Miami!

I look around the terminal to see if I can find the person I'm looking for and it doesn't take me long to find her ginger haired head in this sea of people. I run to her, but she is already running in my direction which I hadn't noticed so yeah... We end up on the ground with Sonia on top of me hugging the shit out of me.

"Air... I... need... to breathe."

Sonia is quick to stand up and pull me up, just to crush me once more in a hug, not as strong as the first though.

"I missed you so much queen."

"I missed you too sassy bitch."

Sonia and I met when she was in a pretty shitty phase of her life. I was going home from one of elders I was helping back than and I found her on the ground beaten black and blue. What I didn't realise was that she wasn't alone so... let's say it didn't end up well. I never said anything to my mom about what had happened to me back then, but I did take Sonia home with me and my mom helped me, help her.

Sonia doesn't know what happened either though because she was passed out or she would have told me to leave. Ever since than we had been inseparable, she is like the older sister I never had since she is 5 years older than me. She lived with us for six months, until she finally was in a better mental state and called her parents.

I sat with her through the whole call and afterwards gave her the biggest hug of the century, I guess I got that from mom. Once she had explained what had happened to her parents, they wanted her to go home and she wanted that to, so one week after that phone call she moved back here to Miami.

We never lost contact though and to this day this crazy bitch is still my best friend. She is also the manager of my Filial here which I am happy about because I trust her. That's also part of why I called her yesterday morning asking her if she would be okay with me crashing at her place for a week until I manage to get a place of my own.

She agreed to it immediately, not forgetting to be a drama queen and stating how insulted she just felt I was even asking. All good fun but once things got serious the laughter died down. Of course, I couldn't talk much since I was sitting in a bus full of people who could potentially call the police which would have been a pain in my ass.

I tuned it down a bit and told her the resumed version that just englobed my mom's death and my moving down to help her with the store. Sonia let me know she caught on that there was more to it by saying something along the lines of "You better spill everything once we are both sitting on my couch Sunday night, or I might pay someone to whoop your ass for me."

After our long greeting session, we were quick to reach her car not wanting to spend more time hanging around, I was still a missing person after all.

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"I guess that's it." I finalize the long conversation where I told Sonia everything that happened to lead me here.

We were sitting on her living room floor with some background music on and each held an ice cream tube. Sonia was looking at me with the dried-up tears on her face.