"Uh Jem! There's something I want to discuss with you", Alan says as he pulls into the drive way. Oh no! This is it! He's going to tell me that what we had last night was a mistake. I take a deep breath.

"Oh Alan! Just hold that thought will you? I don't want to keep Marcus waiting", I say in a rushed sentence as I hurriedly jump out of the car and fast walked into the house. Once inside I release a sigh of relief. My ringing phone startles me a bit.

"Who is this?"
"It's Marcus, meet me at The Outlet"
"Roger that"

That was easy. Wait, he didn't tell me the time! I better get ready. I move to my room and take a hurried shower and by the time I was done, the sun was already setting. I pack my hair up In a pony tail and wear a black shirt and loose shorts. I put on a pair of trainers and grab my bike keys.

I see Alan sitting on the couch and he sees me. He smiles and stands up to give me a hug.

"Do you want me to come?"
"No!", I answer quickly, way too quickly than I intended to.
"I mean, no! It's a... How do I put this nicely without offending you?"
"I understand Jem. Now go out there and make me proud", he says giving me a kiss on the cheek. I smile up at him and hurriedly leave the house.

I hop on my bike and zoom off. I didn't want Alan to come because he might try to tell me that what we had last night was a mistake. How will he even think like that? What happened last night was beautiful and as cliche as it sounds, it was terrifying too. Not in the bad way, but in a good way.

With different thoughts racing through my head, I speed in the dark, on my bike. Allowing the cool night breeze slap softly across my face and the moon bathing me with its light. Soon enough, I arrive the outlet. Such a peaceful place. So many criminals use this place as their haven to hide dead bodies. I climb the little bridge that over looks the river.

I look up at the moon and its sight has me smiling and thinking back:

"Isn't it beautiful My Angel?", Marcus asks pulling me closer to him as we look at the moon outside our window.
"It is Marcus", I say, resting my head on his shoulder.
"You know something Marcus?"
"Yes, I know that you're beautiful just like the moon"
"No not that! When I grow up, I want to be just like the moon"
"Really? Why tho?"
" 'Cause, it's so peaceful and calm. It never gets angry and doesn't everyone love the moon? I want everyone to love me"
"Everyone loves you"
"Mum, dad and Ava hates me"
"They hate you because you're unique and different. Don't let them ever get to you"
"I love you Marcus, please never leave me okay?", I say hugging him.
"I'll never leave you My Angel"

"It's beautiful isn't it?", Marcus asks, his voice bringing me out of my reverie. I look away and clean my tears. I hadn't realized I had been crying.
"So, why have you called me here?", I ask willing for this to be over as soon as possible.
"Remember when we were little and you always thought I was your hero?"
"The keyword there is was"
"Remember when I was Godfather and you'll look up to me as your role model"
"I was under the impression that you were Godfather"
"Remember..."

"Oh shut the fuck up Marcus!", I yell, the tears now flowing down freely with me making no efforts to hide them.

"I get it! I've always looked up to you but that was in the past. I have a new hero now and that's me! I am the only person that will never lie to me. I am the only person that trusts me. I am the only person that never breaks my promise to me! I am my hero. And if you called me here to torment me about how naive I was then or how loving you then was a mistake, then I better get going", I say with the tears flowing down.

"Mum woke me up one early morning...", he began. I look up at him waiting for him to go on.

"She covered my mouth with a rag and tied my hands and legs with a barb wire. I tried screaming for you to wake up but it all came out as muffled breath. With the help of Ava and Dad, they dragged me out of the house. They put me in the back of the trunk and drove straight to the beach"

He looks at me and with the help of the moonlight, I could see his eyes glisten with tears. He was looking right at me and I could imagine not waking up. When he needed me, I wasn't there for him. Now I feel like a selfish little bitch.

Don't feel bad or sorry Jem. Even when he was godfather and knew who you were why didn't he reach out?

"They removed the rag off my mouth and I began screaming. Ava slapped me and told me no one is gonna come to my rescue. Hopeless, I asked them why they wanted to separate us. Dad answered with a club to my head. I felt the blood begin to rush out. I was little then Jem, so little. And for the first time in years, I felt scared. I needed you by my side. Father brought a huge rock and tied it to my body"

He paused, looking down at his feet. When he looks back up at me, tears where in his eyes. I stretch forth my hand and take his in mine. I entwine our palms together, trying to send the little comfort I can as best as I can.

"Mum and Ava grabbed a hold of my legs and Dad grabbed a hold of my hands. I screamed and cried and begged for them to not do what I know they intend on doing but it was like I was talking to no one. And with my last cry, they flung me into the water. I was drowning. I couldn't escape the bounds i was in. My eyelids were closing. The water was suffocating me and when I woke up next. I found myself In a castle. The first thing I did was to scream your name. I was angered. I later found out I was in coma for a year. I had temporary memory loss but at that time, I remembered you"

At this point we were both crying and staring at each other. Our palms still linked. What ever did we do to them? Why do they hate us so much?
Maybe they aren't our real parents?

"I soon realized I was in the Mafia world and it was the now late Godfather that took me in. He trained me Jem! He brought me up like his own son and when I turned 17 I begged him to let me go see you. I went to the house but no one was there. I saw Anita and asked her about you but she didn't know anything. I was defeated, devastated and disappointed. I didn't know where to search for you. And then Godfather died. I was his successor. When I succeeded godfather, Jon introduced you as SK. I had this feeling that you were special. After talking to Jon, he confided in me that you wore a face mask and that you're Jem. I was so proud of you. I wanted to run up to you to tell you who I am but, i was so scared and nervous. You never showed any sign that you were looking for me, except for the occasional glance at your birth mark"

He stops and looks at me, waiting for me to say something. I pull him into a hug and we both cry into each other's shoulders.

"I'm really sorry Marcus, I thought all these while you left me on purpose without saying goodbye. I felt betrayed. He... He... He raped me Marcus. He took away my virginity, my pride. He left me with an indelible scar. As long as I live I'll always live with the scar that I was raped by my own dad", I say crying into his shoulders. Hugging him and not wanting to let go.

He kisses my hair, my head, my nose, my cheeks, my neck and hugs me too, not wanting to let go.

"I've missed you Jem!"
"I've Missed you too!"

Unfortunately we have to let go of each other but nonetheless, our hands were still together. I suddenly feel a new wave of happiness surge through me. I feel a different kind of positive vibe and aura around both of us. I feel happy and content.

We begin talking of what we've been up to and stuffs we will do together.

"I have something to show you Marcus. Tomorrow at my house."

He nods and gives me a smile.

"My Angel", he calls pulling me in for another hug.

"Remember when we filled Ava's drawer with ants?"

"Oh Jem, you little devil. You have always been up to no good."

"You can't blame me"

"Remember that time we put Salt in the sugar bowl and sugar in the salt bowl"

"Ha Marcus! Mr Valerian's tea was salty and he had stomach ache all through"

The rest of the night was spent recalling events of the pasts and planning event for the future. We planned to do things we've missed and catch up on lost times.

Even though the lost times will never be regained, it was a start. Soon we were laughing and lost track of time.

But no matter how much I tried to push the feeling, it crept, it lingered, the feeling that Marcus is hiding something big.

We said our goodbyes and I hopped on my bike. With a silly smile upon my face, I set for home. All the way home, I couldn't stop thinking of the things I and Marcus are gonna do together.

Darn it! I'm so exhausted. I let out a loud yawn as I open the door. I turn on the lights and see popcorn everywhere. I smiled and picked up the broom. After tidying up everywhere, I move to Alan's room. I spot him sleeping and I let out a laugh. Mother fucker didn't wait up for me.

I brush my teeth and put on one of Alan's boxer briefs and my camisole. I lay on the bed, beside him and let out a sigh.

"You're back!", Alan sleepily says, drawing me closer to him and placing a kiss on my lips. I nod my head signifying I was and he gives me his heart melting smile.

"How'd it go?"

"Marcus and I plan on tearing worlds down"

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Woah! Woah! Woah! Why were the twins really scorned?

For those of you who hated Marcus, do you have a different perspective on him now?

Anyways, what surprise does Jem have for Marcus? I don't know. Read the next chapter to find out.

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Sparkles❤❤❤