When I Lie in Bed at Night PT 10

Part Ten

A painful yet friendly slap hit Antonio's shoulder and awoke him from his daze.

     “Well, are you going to go talk to her or what?” Jude asked.
     Antonio nodded his head and forced his legs to move. Jude stood back and watched, ready to jump in if his friend needed anything. Antonio tried his hardest not to smile as he approached her.                      "Did...were you looking for me?” he stammered.

     The sound of his deep, raspy voice. Made Alana jump, nearly knocking over the disgusting beer she pretended to want when it was offered to her. She spun around in her chair to face the man with the deep voice. At first she wasn't sure of what to say or do. She was just so surprised at how familiar he was. She felt stupid when she realized that he looked like her. She was staring into her own dark eyes. He was tall, muscle bound and covered in tattoo's, but he was her. What little dark hair she could see was covered by a black bandanna.

    “Were you the one who asked for me?” he asked again.

    Alana swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and finally spoke. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for her entire life and all she could get to come out of her mouth was, “I'm Alana.”

    “No, you're not.” Antonio said almost angry.

    “Yes. I am.” Alana told him.

    “No, that's my sister's name. You're not my sister. Who the hell are you?” he asked trying to convince himself that he wasn't losing his mind.

    It had been years since he last spoke his sister name. It was just too painful to even mention her. Now he had to look her in the eyes, or at least someone pretending to be her.

    “Is everything alright?” Jude asked, walking over.

    “This girl say's she's Alana.” Antonio told him.

     Jude looked back at Alana and his eyes grew wide and were accompanied by a mouth that hung wide open.

    “Shit. You look just like her! I didn't even notice that when you came in!” he exclaimed.

    “I don't know who you're talking about.” Alana told them, more scared than confused.

    “We're talking about my sister.” said Antonio.

    “I'm not your sister. I'm your daughter.” Alana said, shaking in fear.

    Antonio was silent but he knew the truth. Alana not only looked like his sister but she looked like him. He had a daughter.

    “Wait, how old are you?” asked Jude.

    “Twenty two.” she shyly answered.

    “When's your birthday?” Jude continued in his interrogation.

    “December fifth.”

    “What's your mom's name?” Antonio asked, finally able to speak again.

    “Judith Walsh.”she told him.

     That name sent a chill down his spine, and not in a good way. Antonio remembered that preppy, yet, country girl he had a fling with. When she got scared and realized that she was too perfect to be with a biker, she left without even saying goodbye. That bitch never even had the guts to tell him she had his child.


(To Be Continued)

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