Mistaken Identity

Chapter 44 You can't do this

Kalliyah POV

I watched as Mrs. Carter went to the bag and took out a Ziploc bag. She then came back and spread

its contents on the table. I looked at the pictures in shock. They were ones when Ally was kissing Mr.

Carter some when they came out of hotels and out of restaurants. I start shaking my head, my sister is

such a no good. I turn to look at Alex, wondering if he thinks those are pictures of me.

"That's not me, Alex," I said to him and he slowly release his hands from mine and started to moved

away. He believed his mother, he believed that the woman in the photos were me. I need to convince

him that the pictures or of my sister and not me. "Alex you have to believe me, that's not me," I felt like

crying when he didn't look at me. "Alex, please that's not me." he turn to look at me, this my chance.

"Alex she's red-head, I have black hair."

"Dye can easily change that." His mother said. I knew she was enjoying this. I could ear the folly in her

voice, she liked seeing me in distress.

"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 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. "Alex please believe me. Don't you trust me?" I

asked I knew the tears were there. He looked up at me.

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

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 shakes his head in frustration and angry while I cried. He didn't believe me,

he didn't trust me. he believes his mother. I started crying even more.

"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 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 looking at him

through my tears

"Kalliyah stop lying to me," he shouted, he barely shouts. He stand up from the couch and went over to

the other side of the house. I started sopping the fact that he didn't want to sit next to me anymore

meant this was the end of our relationship. He was done with me even though I am telling the truth.

I didn't any other choice but to start shouting in plea. "What am I to do, to make you believe that the

woman in those pictures is not me? Goddamn, I don't even have a child. Shit! I've never even had sex."

I stopped at my confession.

He turn to father and ask an unexpected question. "Father, did you sleep with her?" I stood there

shocked. He really doesn't trust me.

His father held down his head and then said, "Yes."

I stood there shocked. He was lying just like his wife. "NO! Stop lying it wasn't me."

His father lifted his head and look at him. "It was her son."

I let out a half scream and half cry. What would he lie?

"Get out of my house," I heard Alex said in a bark.

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 parents life. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

You're nothing but a gold-digging whore." I started to cry more as he said that. How could he?

"But where will I stay? This is the only place I know here." I said through my tears. My heart felt like I

had been shot.

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

wasn't normally like this. His sweet smile is no longer there and his green eyes were dark.

"No, please. You can't do that." He wouldn't do that.

"Oh really? Then watch me." he walk to me and grabbed my wrist and started to drag me out. his

parents watching silently at his abuse without saying anything. They nothing but a bunch of cruel

people. They're evil. They treated as if I was human.

"Please stop you're hurting me." I cried but he ignored me, his finger nails were digging in my skin and

it pained a lot. He opened his throw and through me on his front pavement.

"Wait for your stuff." He said that shut the door in my face. I held my head down and started to cry

harder. I look at my wrist that was full of scraps . He did this. The man you taught you love. I start

crying more until I heard the door open again but before I could register again my suitcase hit me in the

head. I let out a scream as the striking pain goes through my head. All I heard was the door being shut

again. I placed my hands to my temples. My head was hurting. My heart was breaking. I felt like a

complete mess . He didn't look to see if I was okay. He just shut the door. This is the man you said you

loved.

After a couple minutes I finally decided I couldn't stay there and bawl out my eyes forever. I had to

more on. This is life. A series if rocky paths but I had to move on. I took up the phone off the ground

beside me and called a cab. He said he would be here in fifteen minutes. I stood up from his veranda

and walked with my things to the sand. I felt like I was gonna faint away but I kept moving on. I looked

out to the sea and turned the opposite direction. I waited on the main road for the taxi. It's funny how

things turn out. it's funny how my sister still managed to ruin my life again but this time without her even

being present.