Chapter 49
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"Yes, I'm a natural red-head but I dyed my hair three years ago. You have to believe me, that's not me. I've never been to England. I've never spelt with your father, that's my sister Alliyah." I stopped for a second and look at him but he was avoiding my gaze. "Alexander, please believe me. Don't you trust me?" I asked I knew the tears were there.
He looked up at me."Trust you?" he spat out. "Kalliyah, Alliyah or whatever your name is. Stop with the act. I've been searching for Alliyah Bisson for months and I haven't seen a thing. Stop lying and just admit it. You're the woman that ruined my parent's relationship. You're the mother of Henrique, I can't even believe I didn't pick it up before." He shook his head in frustration and angry while I cried. He didn't believe me, he didn't trust me. He believed his mother. I started crying.
"Please Alexander, that's not me, I would never abandon my child. That's not the kind of person I am. No matter how hard life is for me, I would never give away my child whom I produced. So you have to believe me when I say that Henrique isn't my child. Please believe me." I stopped talking and looked at him through my tears.
"Kalliyah, stop lying to me," he shouted. He moved away further away from me. He was no longer the person whose arms I slept in last night, he was the man who made me lose my job. All the feelings that he came to have had for me were gone, replaced by thoughts an photographs of Alliyah and his father. He believed the pictures were of me.
I wiped the tears that were scrolling down my face. If he believed that the woman in the pictures is me than our relationship was over before it even started. It didn't want that. For the first time in three years, I was happy, I couldn't let some stupid pictures of Alliyah get in the way of a potential relationship. So I had no choice but to beg him to believe me, "What am I do to make you believe that the woman in those pictures is not me and is my twin sister Alliyah?" he remained silent so I sighed, "For God's sake, I don't even have a child. I'm a virgin. I've never even had sex." I wanted to facepalm myself after telling them about my non-existent sex life but It wasn't anything to be ashamed of.
Alexander turned to his father and asked unexpected question, "Dad, did you sleep with her?" he asked pointing in my direction without looking.
His father held down his head and then said, "Yes."
My heart jumped at his words, "He's a liar, just like his wife. "Stop lying. It wasn't me. I didn't sleep with you. I've never seen you in my entire life."
His father lifted his head and look at him. "It was her son. I recognize the tattoo."
I looked down and the tattoo then looked up at the older man, "Alliyah has the same tattoo. She was the one who forced me to get it."
"That's not what you told me last night," Alexander said under his breath.
I sighed, "I told you it was a stupid childhood mistake, why would I tell you my sister has one, it isn't relevant."
"You're lying."
I shook my head at him. "I'm not lying to you, Alexander. I'm telling you the truth."
"Stop lying!" he barked.
"I'm not," I shouted.
"Get out of my house!" he shouted.
I lifted my head up and whimpered. "What?"
"I said pack your things and get the hell out of my house, out of my life and out of my parent's life. You're nothing but a gold-digging whore." I couldn't hold any more tears in so I let them all fall out. How could he say something like that? How could he be so cruel?
"But where will I stay? This is the only place I know here." I said through my tears. I felt like my heart had been stapped over and over again.
"I don't care where you go. Just get the hell out of my house before I throw you out." he barked. He was back to the same cruel man he was when I first met him.
"No, please. You can't do that." He wouldn't do that. Would he?
"Oh really? Then watch me." he walked over to me and grabbed my wrist and started to drag me out of the room with his parents watching silently at his abuse without saying anything. They were nothing but a bunch of cruel people. Cruel and blind.
"Please, Stop you're hurting me!" I cried but he ignored me, his fingernails were digging in my skin and it pained a lot. He opened his front door pushed me on his front pavement.
"Wait for your stuff." He said then shut the door in my face. I held my head down and started to cry harder. I look down at my wrist which was red with marks around it.
He did this.
The man you thought you love. The one you thought loved you back.
I start crying more until I heard the door open again but before I could register again my suitcase fell on my feet. I screamed as a striking pain went through my feet. Instead of helping me to see if I was hurt all I heard as the door being slammed.
I placed my hands to my temples. My head was hurting from all the crying. My heart was breaking. I felt like a complete mess.
After a couple of minutes, I finally decided I couldn't stay there and bawl out my eyes forever. I had to move on.
