In Love With The Enemy

Chapter 27 (Part 2)

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Alina Pov:

"M-mom?" I strained, tears falling down my eyes persistently.

"Alina? Oh my god, my baby. Where have you been?" My mother cried out.

Listening to my mother's painful voice felt like glass puncturing my fragile heart, breaking it into a million more pieces.

I forgived my mother a long time ago for the time she spent working and getting paid, instead of caring, loving, and being there for us. It was hard to speak to her, not because of our past, but because of the distance I put between all of us.

My throat was dry like the Sahara desert, and words refused to come out of my mouth. I was speechless, partly because of the shock that ran through my spine, but mostly because I didn't know what to say to her.

What do you say when you isolate yourself from your family for so long, distance filled the strained relationship that lingered between you and that person and now you are finally speaking to them for so long?

"I....M-mom I..." I couldn't even form a coherent sentence to save my life, because this was all too much for me. Tristan's death glares weren't helping either, making this situation even more nerve wrecking.

"I have being trying to contact you for so many years now and I've never gotten through. I missed hearing your voice, I miss you so much, Alina," My mom said.

I couldn't help the tears that continued to fall even more harder, until I started full on sobbing over the phone, completely forgetting Tristan was right beside me this entire time.

"I...I m-miss you t-too m-mom," My voice was quivering as I tried to speak and tell her how much I missed her too. 

It was true, I did miss them but I didn't have to courage or confidence to actually reach out or respond to any of them. There was so much I wanted to say, but none of it came out.

Tristan then tapped my shoulder in a harsh manner, making me gasp. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying my best to dry the tears that were falling.

"Where have you been, my girl? What has been up with you all these years?" I opened my eyes once I heard my mom speaking again.

"Wh-what?" I asked as if I didn't know what she was saying. In reality, I did..i just didn't know how to respond.

"Where are you right now?" She asked me and I paused.

I looked up at Tristan and saw how he was clenching his jaw. He signaled me to press the mute button, which I did after a few seconds.

Once I did, he started speaking. "Do not even think about telling them. You are fine, and you will tell her that, got it?" He told me demandingly and I nodded.

I was about to take the call off mute as I heard my mom calling my name, but he started speaking again. "Also, not to ruin this mother-daughter moment, but you need to get to the point of why you called. Do you remember the reason?"

I said "Yes" and unmuted the call. "Ye-yes mom, I'm still here and I'm completely fine so don't worry about me p-please. I actually called to ask if w-we could have a f-family dinner with all of u-us?"

"R-really?" My mom asked after a few moments of silence. "Mmm hmm," I hummed out, scared that I would say the wrong thing if I speak.

"After so many years...." I heard my mom mumble softly. Pain inflicted my entire body. The physical pain that I felt along my wrists and arms were nothing compared to the pain I was mentally feeling.

"What's the occasion? There has to be some reason why after so many years of isolating yourself from us, now you want to reach out?" I could understand the hurt and pain in her voice as she forced the words out of her mouth.

I looked back up at Tristan, as he stared at me blankly. I was so angry with him, angry with myself, and I was hurt also. So much has happened in my life, and I'm still fighting, but for what now?

An angry scowl came onto my face as I continued to stare at him, and how he was so emotionless to all of this. I knew this was a stupid question to ask myself, but how could someone actually be so heartless?

"Don't answer that." I heard him whisper loudly.

"And why not," I said back to him a little louder, clenching my teeth as I spoke.

"Alina? Are you speaking to someone?" My head twisted in the direction of the phone in horror.

"N-no mom, I...was j-just..." I stammered out in nervousness. "Thinking out loud," I finished.

"Oh ok...you're sure though? Thought I heard someone, a man in the background?" There was suspicion in her tone.

"Nope, there's no one here besides me..." I replied calmly, but I was a nerve wrecking mess inside. Hopefully she doesn't notice that though.

"Well you still haven't answer my question. What's the occasion?" She asked again.

"Mom, there's no occasion, okay? I- I just wanted to mend this broken relationship, I don't..." Anxiety was racing through my veins.

"I don't know why now, I just really miss you guys." I forced the words out of my mouth. Not one bit of this was easy for me, but I tried my best not to freak out.

"We miss you too, Angel. We love you so much, why didn't you reach out before now?"

"I guess...I was just s-scared." I whispered, but loud enough for them to hear.

"But why? There's nothing to be scared of. We understand everything that happened wasn't easy, it wasn't easy for us either, but you didn't have to distance yourself like that?"

Even though my mom didn't say it, I knew exactly what she was talking about. I couldn't control the sobs that fell from my mouth, the tears rolling down faster than before.

My shirt was probably drenched in my tears by now, since I could feel the shirt sticking to me like a second skin, but I didn't care. "I...p-please, I d-don't want to t-talk about t-this..." My vision was getting blurry and my eyes were burning.

I heard a sigh over the phone, followed by my mother's voice. "Is this Sunday fine with you?" My mom asked.

"Umm...." I cleared my throat and looked up at Tristan for an answer.

He nodded sternly, giving me my answer. "Yes mom, this Sundays fine." I replied to her.

"Great, dear. I can't wait to see you after so long, you don't know how happy I am right now. You made the right choice in reaching out..." My mom happily said, but I could hear the small sobs that came from her.

"I-I'm glad I d-did, then..." I said back, my eyes looking down at the floor.

I could hear Tristan clear his throat beside me, reminding me about the call.

"Well, I'll see you on Sunday, mom. Love you, got to go now." I spoke up, surprisingly without stammering, although I rushed the words out.

"Okay dear, see you then. It was really nice speaking with you, I love you so much..."

"It was n-nice s-speaking to you as w-well, I l-love you t-too m-mom..." I said back.

I hung up the phone before she could reply again. I couldn't handle another minute listening to my mother, knowing that in less than a week, I'd be doing something unforgiving and just as cruel as Tristan.

The moment the phone disconnected, I got up to leave and get some fresh air. Before I could make it to the door, Tristan's voice filled the cold and quiet room.

"Alina..." He spoke, but I ignored him.

He signed and ruffled his hair back, I avoided his gaze and kept walking. Just when I thought I would make it out, I felt a firm hand hold mines.

"Alina," He said again.

"No!" I shouted and ripped free from him.

Not letting him get the chance to hold me back again, I ran out the room towards the forbidden hallway.

Call me crazy, I didn't give a damn. Running through the halls towards the place where I felt free, I could hear his footsteps following me.

I picked up my pace and didn't stop to catch my breath. I had been there more than once, so I had an idea of where it was.

Taking a few wrong turns I kept running, once I got back into the right direction, i saw the same door come in sight. It was dark, but I still didn't care.

I opened the door and ran outside. The breeze of fresh air hit my face and filled my lungs. I sat down by the pool and closed my eyes, inhaling deep breaths.

I ignored the sound of Tristan calling me, trying my best to calm my nerves.

Standing up, I gave no thought about what I was doing next. I removed my clothes, leaving my bra and panties on.

Closing my eyes back, I took a deep breath and jumped in the pool. The sound of Tristan was completely gone now and I was enjoying the feeling of the cool water on my body.

I swam around in the pool for some time as footsteps came closer towards the pool. Remembering everything that happened in my life made me less self conscious of my actions.

The pool was huge and very deep. I swam all the way down to the bottom, and stayed there. Even when I couldn't hold my breath anymore, I still didnt didn't go back up to the top.

My eyes were slowly closing and I wasn't holding my breath anymore. My thoughts were running wild, or maybe I was hallucinating. I could see a figure coming towards me but I couldn't make out who it was.

When I saw the face of the figure, I tried to move away but my body stayed still. I felt weak as Tristan got closer and closer.

All the stress and weight I was feeling, was slowly drifting away from me. My body felt light and all I wanted to do was close my eyes.

"Alina..." Tristan spoke, but his words were muffled underwater.

My eyelids were heavy and I tried my best to stay awake. He held my body close to him. I wanted to move away from him but I couldn't. My body refused to move.

'Why can't I move?' I thought, but my head obviously wasn't working properly. I couldn't think straight, and I had a woozy feeling in my body.

Once I couldn't stay awake anymore, I gave up and let in the dark. I didn't know what happened next, because my eyes closed and darkness engulfed me.