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Who knew I would one day return to the very place Alicia died and Alex was born. After spending 40 years of my life terrorizing others with my name and burying my past under guns, threats and brutal murders I finally came back to where it all began. I now stand staring at a small half decayed house in a small village that no longer exists. I stand outside my house looking at everything that I once used to call mine, everything that made me human. Even though this house may decay into oblivion no one will remember there are still some parts that remain in tacked. I walked through the flower arch into the front garden, there were weeds and wild plants as far as I could see. The flower arch is no longer filled with flowers rather it's now just a wire.

As I walk into the garden a

memory flashes before my eyes.

I was 3 and was in the

garden alone playing with my toy shovel and the whole gardening kit. Mama and

Baba were inside in the kitchen watching me play. Mama was preparing her

special breakfast which always smelled sweet in the morning wind. And Baba was

reading his newspaper telling mama what had happened and what would happen.

“Alicia come in, breakfast

is ready” Mama had called out to me and I had run inside at lightning speed

leaving all my toys where they were.

“Mama! I want that plate,

the one with the flowers” I yell as I struggle to get on top of my seat. Mama

brings my food to my plate and then brings her and baba’s food.

“When I grow up I want to

play in the garden all day” I say as I munch on my food.

“Sure sweetie,” Baba said.

The flashback ended and

after that it was blank but one thing is for sure I never grew up to become a

gardener. I took a turn and walked into the kitchen. It was smaller than I

imagined. The small table was overturned and the chairs smashed. The doors of

the cabinets were open and dust covered every inch of the kitchen.

(Another flashback)

I was 6 that year. Mama and

baba were in the kitchen and they were yelling at each other. I stood by the

door not looking in but earring everything they said.

“How could you, we have a

child and you put us all in danger” mama said her voice was cracking.

“I’ll fix it. Just give me

the money and I’ll give it to them and they will leave us alone,” Baba yelled.

“You said that last month and

the month before that…” At this point baba slapped mama and she fell to the

ground. From the door I could hear mama sobbing. I went to her when baba had

left, mama hugged me until nightfall.

(Flashback ended)

I walked through the

kitchen door into the main hall. The furniture was in place except it had

ripped from places and the table was broken. The glass fragments were still on

the floor and the feathers from the pillow. I stopped before I could walk any

further and turned left towards the stairs. I took the stairs up, and as far as

I could remember there were only two bedrooms and a bathroom on that floor. One

used to belong to me and the other bedroom belonged to mama and baba. I walked

into the smaller one, it’s walls were baby pink and a few Barbie dolls were

still scattered.

(Another flashback)

 I turned 7 two days ago and mama and baba had

brought me another Barbie doll, this one had a whole house with it and many

pretty dresses. Mama and baba still had fights but they would have them when I

was at school. They thought I didn’t know but I would come home and see new

bruises on mama’s hand. Mama came to my room that night to put me to bed and

sing me my favorite lullaby. I had stopped mama in between and asked her in a

whisper “Does baba not love you anymore?”

“Honey, he does love me.

Why would you ask this?” she replied in a whisper.

“I saw him hit you and you

two yell each other about money. Mama, are you not happy?”

“Your baba loves me and the

money talk is an adult issue you don’t have to worry about now. Everything will

be fine soon and close your eyes and try to sleep” mama kissed my forehead and

left my room leaving the door ajar.

I still couldn’t sleep. All

I could hear was baba asking mama for money.

(Flashback ended)

I took the stairs and came

back to the living room. This is where it all went down. I remember it was 3

months after my birthday and I still remember it like it happened yesterday.

(Flashback started)

I came home early from

school and found mama and baba sitting in the living room with men I didn’t

recognize. They were all formally dressed but most of them were standing and

only one was seated opposite to mama and baba. Mama gestured to me to go to my

room but the man called out.

“This must be Alicia. Come

have a seat with us” the man on the sofa called out. The man who when I

examined was an elderly, maybe late 70s or so. I hesitated for a minute but

then took the seat in between mama and baba.

“Alicia, how old are you if

you don’t mind me asking” the man continued.

“I just turned 17, a few

months ago” I had answered.

“You’re old enough, 17.

Almost an adult”

“Old enough for what?” I

asked curiously.

“Well old enough to know

the truth, of course. I don’t think you should be kept in the dark any longer.

Isn’t that right?”

I looked at my parents and

they had a dead serious look on their faces.

“We cannot. She cannot know

the truth,” Baba had said angrily. I think he forgot I was sitting there.

“Either you tell her

yourself or I will. And you will regret it” the men who remained standing now

had one hand in the inside of their jacket. Mama took my hands in hers and

looked me in the eye.

“Alicia my child…” tears

were forming in her eyes “…we…we are not your real parents. We took you in when

you were a baby and…”

“Cut the bull Mary-Ann…”

the elderly man raised his voice “…even now you’re feeding her lies.”

“Mary-Ann? But her name is

Anna. Anna Smith, why are you calling her that?” I asked looking at mama then

baba then the elderly man, nothing made sense.  

The elderly man finally

spoke up again “Alicia these people you call your parents are in fact the very

people who took you from your home just to exchange you for money. You are the

youngest child of the Montgomery family who was kidnapped by them when you were

a month old. They intended to keep you hidden until the time they could

exchange you for money”

“That is not true, yes we

took you but we took you because we didn’t want you to grow up in a criminal

family where murder is just another past time” mama said holding on to me. “We

changed our names and moved here so no one could find you. Believe me Alicia we

did this for your own good”

“She will return with us to

her family” the elderly man stood up.

“No!! I don’t care if they

aren’t my real parents, they raised me. I will not leave them”

The elderly man gestured to

his men to take me outside. Baba tried to stop them but they pulled a gun on

him. I was dragged outside and by the time I reached a black SUV I heard

gunshots. Few minutes later the elderly man and his other men came out. I broke

free of the grip and ran inside. The living room was trashed and in the middle

lay my parents in a pool of blood. I stared at their lifeless bodies until I

passed out.

(Flashback ended)

I sat on the sofa

remembering every time there were fights in this house over money, they could

have been solved if they had given me back. They could have lived a peaceful

life from the money they would have gotten. But they never gave me away because

they truly loved me. If they could see me now after 40 years and countless

murders they would have been disappointed.  

I remained seated on that

sofa, every good and bad part of my first 17 years flash before my eyes one

more time. I knew my time was near but I could wait for it to come so I took

the small vile from my pocket and drank it. Slowly I got light headed and I was

dozing off into an endless slumber. Today 17 years ago I turned into Alex Montgomery

and today 17 years later I tend to kill both Alex and Alicia. I was going to

reunite with those who truly loved me. I’m going to die where I lived the most

precious days of my life.  

July 14, 2021 12:52

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Shavonne White
20:25 Aug 04, 2021

I enjoyed reading your story. It was a little difficult to read because there were no spaces between dialog. Overall, you have a way with words. Very nice read.


Aman Fatima
06:36 Aug 05, 2021

Thank you!!! I am happy you enjoyed it!!:) I'm sorry about the format didn't notice it was all messed up.


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