Chapter 43 Get out


    Alex POV


    My mother went over to her bags and took out arge Ziploc bag. She opened it and spread it on the


    table in front of me and Kally. I let my eyes roamed on the pictures in front of me. Not believing what I


    was seeing. It was of Kally holding my father''s hand entering a hotel, the time at the bottom of the page


    said 11:53 am and when I looked at the next it was 2:14 pm. I turned to look at Kally who was shaking


    her head. She turned to me and looked in my eyes.


    "That''s not me, Alex." She said. I founded myself releasing my hands from hers and moving away from


    her. After looking at those photos, I felt disgusted. I brought my head back to the pictures, there was


    one with her kissing my father. I swallowed. I just sat there looking at the pictures, not knowing what to


    do.


    "Alex you have to behave me. That''s not me." Kally pled. I didn''t want to look at her. Damn, I didn''t


    want her anywhere near me. She yed me. She tricked me. All this time, I thought she really cared


    about me. She''s just a gold-digger like the others. I was fooled by the color of her eyes, her smile, the


    way she cared. It was all an act, an act to get Henrique and I.


    "Alex, please that''s not me." she said again. I turned around to look at her. I knew my eyes were


    burning. I feel like an idiot to give my heart her and have her break it in pieces. "Alex, she''s red-head, I


    have ck hair."


    "Dye can easily change that." My mother said. I saw Kally turned to her.


    "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 being to Ennd. I never slept with your father. That''s my sister Alliyah. Alex please believe


    me. Don''t you trust me?" that got my attention.


    "Trust you? Kalliyah, Alliyah or whatever your name is. Stop with the act, I''ve being searching for


    Alliyah Bisson for months now and I haven''t seen a thing. Stop lying and just admit it''s you. You''re the


    woman who ruined my parents rtionship. You''re the mother of Henrique. I can''t believe I didn''t pick it


    up before." I shake my head. Now it was obvious in the way she treated him, she would wake in the


    night to take care of him. She ys with him. Of course he''s her child and I realized toote. I looked at


    her to see that she was crying. Her tears don''t fool me now.


    "Please Alex, that''s not me, I''d never abandon my child, that''s not the kind of person I am. No matter


    how hard life was for me, I wouldn''t never give away a child whom, I produced so you have to


    understand and believe me when I say that Henrique isn''t my child. Please believe me." Her repetition


    of please made me want to reconsider but no, it was her. The detectives I''ve hired, has not found her


    yet and they were the best of the best. They were looking for someone who doesn''t exist.


    "Kalliyah, stop lying to me." I shouted and got up from beside her. I held my fist in a ball., if she wasn''t a


    woman,, I''d probably hurt her already but my father taught me better. I stand up and went as far as I


    can from her. She started to cry louder.


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    "What am I to do to make you believe that the woman in those pictures is not me? Goddamn, I don''t


    have a child. Shit, I''ve never even have sex." She stopped and started to pant. Out of all the lies she


    could tell that one was the worst. She never had sex, it takes sex to have a child. My anger burst even


    more. I turn to my father who still haven''t said a word as yet.


    "Father, did you sleep with her," I said and pointed to Kalliyah.


    My father held down his head in shame and then said a faint. "Yes,"


    "No! Stop lying it wasn''t me." Kalliyah shouted across the room.


    My father lifted up his head and looked me in the eyes. "It was her son."


    Kalliyah let out a bawl. I turn to her crying face. All I felt was hatred and pity for her. She ruined my


    parents'' marriage and she ruined me.


    "Get out of my house," I said to her.


    She looked at me, "What?"


    "I said pack your things and get the hell out of my house. Out of my life and out of my parents'' life. You


    are nothing but a gold-digging whore."


    She sobbed, "But where will I stay? This is the only ce I know here."


    "I don''t care where you go. Just get the hell out of my house before I throw you out."


    "No, please. You can''t do that." She stated.


    "Oh really then watch me." I walked up to her and grabbed her by the wrist and started to drag her out


    my house. All she did, was cry and tell me to stop.


    "Please stop, you''re hurting me." she cried but I ignored her. When I reached to the door of my house, I


    opened it and pushed her on the pavement.


    "Wait her for your stuff," I said then m the door in her face. She deserves it, she deserves everything


    hurtful things that she''s getting now, she yed with my heart and ruin my parents marriage. I walked


    straight up to the stairs and went to her room. After packing all the things that belonged to her I walked


    back down the stairs with the suitcases in my hands. I opened the door and fling her things out without


    even looking at her. I heard she let out a scream, but I didn''t look I just m my door.