"Nobody move.
Everybody stay where you are.
We have been informed that there's been an impersonation"

The voice of an FBI agent reverberates through the now still airport. I slowly slip back into the restroom and lock the door.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!" I whisper and pull my hair in frustration.

"Fuck! This stupid 'Simone' is smarter than I thought", I murmur in despair.

This isn't the time for despair. Do something!

"What! What do I do? I've been so stuck up running away for four years hell bent of looking for the murderer of Asher Hudson with no success. I don't even know what he looks like. What's the use I better turn myself in", I whisper fiercely to myself.

I look at the mirror and laugh lightly.

"Yea right! Turn myself in indeed. That's ridiculous. Okay Nadine, time for a new plan".

I pack my hair up in a messy bun with a ribbon, and with a little help from some makeup in my backpack, I change my look. I search frantically through my backpack and bring out all my weapons which includes a wrench, a screwdriver, a crowbar, some nails and tons of Bobby pins.

I can't use knife, any kind of knife because I hate knives. It was a knife that got me here in the first place and since then I've developed a strong sense of Aichmophobia.

I recall vividly when Georgina brought out a small table knife to dice her meat, I turned white instantly. I almost passed out.

Okay back to my current situation, how do I get out of here? Let's see...

Oh I can use the crowbar and pry off that window seal, then I can see if I can fit through it. I set to work and boy this is hard work.

I still hear murmurs going on outside the restroom. I smirk as I get the seal off.

"The FBIs are stupid. They didn't even bother to check the restroom".

As I dust away particles of paint from the wall on my body, I hear the same voice call out again.

"Hey Mr in the ladies bathroom, come on out"
Well they are not as stupid as I thought.

I freeze in my spot and stare at the door. Mr? They think it's a man? Why?

I look at my feet and mouth an "Oh".
I am wearing a male combat boot. Well now they can see my boot.

"We will count to five Mr and if you don't come out we will bust in through that door", the voice calls again.

Oh come on! Five seconds? That's so much time for me to escape. Could it be any lesser?

"One"

Ah fuck!

I skillfully struggle to remove the boots from my feet without moving.

"Three"

Already?

I hurriedly climb the toilet seat and jump out of the window as the voice simultaneously yells "five". I stick to the walls of the of the airport as I hear voices in the toilet.

"He was a she"

"How do you know?"

"She left this ribbon behind by accident"

Fuck! I can't believe my ribbon fell.

"Quick check outside and scan the area. I'm positive it's Montero"

Oh no!

As the voices die down and the normal airport routines go on, I dash through the streets of America.

I enter a quiet alley and weave my hair into one long side braid. I look at my naked feet and shrug. I'll be home soon anyway.

I flag down a taxi and ignore the stares I'm getting for not wearing shoes.

"Montero Estate please", I murmur.

"That would be ten bucks", the taxi driver says.

"Just drive"

"What's the house number? I mean there are many houses in the Montero estate and you certainly don't look like you're Montero's daughter", he says eyeing me through the rearview mirror.

His naivety is so appalling.

"No. 15, I reply lying about the address. Good thing my father leased most of the houses in the estate to workers.

He drives me silently to the place.

"Here we are", he announces on our arrival. I pay him and get down from the car. I make sure he is out of sight before making my way to No. 3. The grandest mansion in the Montero estate.

I hesitate a bit. I glance around and stare at the opposite house. No. 4. My best friend, Jack, lives there. Oh how I've missed him. I sigh heavily.

This is not the life I planned.

I ring the door bell. Once, twice, then three consecutive once at a faster pace. Now that's a code.

I hear feet shuffling and a small growl. I smile as the door flings wide open. My mother, all smiles, drags me in, locks the door and embraces me warmly.

"Oh Mummy!", I sniff as I hug her back tightly. A lone tear escapes my eye.

I release her and bend down to pat the now grown golden retriever.

"Hey Marco! Missed me?"
He wags his tail in delight and barks happily.

"My Nadine! My baby! You're so thin and scrawny. Look at you! Where are your shoes?"

"Mummy, now is not the time. Go to the spy room and set up the surveillance cameras around the alley and entrance. Also the ones along the Estate. Open the secret room too. The FBIs have a hunch I'm in the country"

"Okay. On it"

"Where is the scent bottle?", I ask looking around.

"Which one? I bought a lot while you were away"

"Mum!! The coconut scented one. That's the smell of the house. You know the FBIs carry their Dogs. And I specifically told you to always spray the house with the coconut spray to confuse the dogs"

She keeps quiet and gives me a sorry look.

"Oh mum! You don't remember where it is don't you?"
She shakes her head in a meek way.

"But...but, check the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen. That's where it might be"

"Might? Might! A possibility you're not even so sure of? Ughhh! Just go and set up the surveillance cameras. And do not forget to open the secret room. Hurry"

She hurries to do my bidding.

I move to the kitchen and Marco follows me. I begin searching frantically through pots and pans.

"Just five minutes into the house and she's managed to get on my nerves. Mothers!", I mutter as I search for the bottles.

"There you are!", I exclaim as I find a whole cabinet filled with them.

"Now all I have to do is select the coconut scented ones among the varieties of other scented ones. No! This is not time wasting at all"

I manage to collect all twelve bottles of the coconut spray and heave a sigh of relief. I open the cap of a bottle and hand it to Marco.

"Here boy! Go spread it on the balcony and corridors"

"Nadine please help me put the cookies in the oven. Don't forget to wear the mittens. It's on the shelf", mother yells from inside.

"You know I have to spray the...", I begin

"Just do it", she cuts in.

Ugh! I groan inwardly and grumble all the the way through. After putting the cookies in the oven. I spray the rest of the house.

Mum rushes out.

"Mum you're profusely sweating even with the air conditioner on"

"Yeah I know. That's why I told you to put the cookies in the oven so it will be like I was in the kitchen"

"How did you know..."

"I was already preparing cookies for Jayden and Jaylen, Jack's children when I heard you ringing the doorbell and in the excitement of the hour, I forgot about it. When I started sweating, I yelled for you to do it so I'll tell the FBIs I was in the kitchen", she explains just as Marco comes in with the empty bottle.

I bend down and collect it from him.

"Wow! You're so smart Mummy"

"Yes I know! Plus the FBIs and MI6 are really close. I spotted them before rushing out"

"Oh No! Be cool Mum", I say as I dash into the spy room. I check the surveillance camera and true to mother's words, they're close. Ah fuck!

Now is not the time for swear words.

I close the door behind me and press the big red button on the wall. The spy room disappears and a normal room appears. I close the lid of the red button, making it look like a decoration. I move to the other end of the room and make sure everything is normal before making my way into the secret room.

The secret room is just like a wall but a room is on the other side of it. The windows are designed in such a way that only people that's inside can see what's going on outside but people who are outside can't see what's going on inside. The inside is a filigree and has a bed, a bathroom, a TV and a refrigerator stocked with snacks and food.

Only the food excites you.

The TV is, of course, connected to a camera that allows one to see what's going on in the living room plus the room is sound proof.

"Okay, let's see what's going on in the living room".

I turn on the TV and raise the volume up. I hear the door bell ringing. I walk to the fridge and bring out a pack of Oreos. I walk back to the bed and make my self comfortable.

Let the show begin.

I knit my brow in concentration and munch on my biscuit.

"Good day Mrs Montero! We think your daughter is in the country and we suspect that she's here at your house", Detective Larry states.

Detective Larry? He is still alive? And working with the FBIs? Oh no!

I notice my mother squinting up at the men.

"Oh mother is still wearing a black frock? I guess she's still in mourning. How come I didn't notice her wearing it when I came in?", I soliloquize

"My daughter? My Samantha? My Baby? In the country? Is she safe? Did you see her?", mother laments.

I chuckle slightly.

"We have search warrants to search your house", Detective Larry says.

"Oh please do! I really doubt that she's here. Oh no my cookies!", mother exclaims as he dashes into the kitchen.

The FBIs, MI6 and detective Larry all set out to search.

Why don't they just give up?

Detective Larry barks orders and I take that note to study him.

A medium sized man, with curly, greyhair. A somewhat protruding belly. A well tanned skin and a gap tooth.

"No sign of the girl Larry", a young African man in an FBI uniform calls.

"I should shower", I announce to myself once I finished the biscuits.

Yeah you should. You reek.

I roll my eyes and get up from the bed. I peel the clothes off from my body and shiver from the cold. I turn off the air conditioner in the room.

"Any luck up there mate?", Detective Larry calls.

Mate? Larry is Australian? How didn't I notice it before?

Maybe because you didn't meet under appropriate circumstances.

"No sign? Okay let's go. Sorry for the disturbance Mrs Montero, we'll be on our way now", Larry says.

I leave the bathroom door open as I step into the bathtub filled with hot water.

"That's no issue. Please let me know if you do find her", mother says feigning tears.

"We sure will. Have a nice day", Larry says and walks out of the house.

I sigh and lean back into the water. I hold my breath and go under the water, allowing the water to cover me from my hair, down to my toe nail.

I come up for air after three minutes and sponge myself clean. I wash my hair thoroughly and after feeling crystal. I step out of the tub. I towel myself dry.

I walk up to the small wardrobe and laugh at the sight. Is mother seriously expecting me to wear a lingerie? I begin to laugh in hysterics at the sight.

I bring out a big, brown, short and a white shirt.
"Ah yes! This is more comfortable and appealing"

I'm about to make my way out when I hear the doorbell ring.

You didn't turn off the TV!

"I realized that", I state simply.

I move to the front of the TV and watch as mother rushes to open the door.

"Hello lovelies!", mother enthusiastically exclaims and opens the door ajar.

In rushes in two children whom I guess are Jayden and Jaylen.
Jayden is holding a toy truck and Jayla is holding a Sponge Bob teddy.

Laden with sorrow and joy and so many mixed feelings at the sight of beautiful kids, I fall with a thud on the bed.

"Hello Mrs Montero?", the children chorused.

"Jaylen looks a lot like Jack", I muse.

"Where's mummy and daddy?", mother asks looking uncomfortable. Relax mom! They don't know I'm here.

"They're on their way", Jaylen replies.

"Yes. Daddy wanted to give mommy a kiss and asked us to go ahead", Jayden says, playing with his toy truck.

"Don't say that Jayden", Jaylen reprimands.

"With Jack and his libido, I'm positive they won't make it"

I gasp and clasp my hand around my mouth.

"Mother! They are children!", I exclaim at the TV.

"What's a Libido?", Jaylen asks.
Jaylen strikes me as the inquisitive and sensible one. She has a creamy skin, rosy cheeks, round nose and brown hair. Wow this girl is just Jack's duplicate. I can't quite get the color of her eyes through the screen but I bet she basically ocean eyes just like her father. I won't be surprised if she starts getting attention from boys at age ten. She is really beautiful.

"Who cares? I want cookies", Jayden whines.
Jayden strikes me as the kind of kid who will be a cool kid and who also loves food. He also has a creamy skin but a pointed nose instead and his hair is blond. Perhaps his mother's hair is blonde. I also won't be surprised if he has his first sex at age sixteen.

"Oh Libido? Ask your daddy Princess", mother says as she goes into the kitchen.

"Come here Marco", Jayden calls and begins to play with the golden retriever.

"Princess! Mother calls her princess too? I thought I'm the only princess?", I yell in consternation.

I'm not given the opportunity to dwell on the thought for long as Mr and Mrs Fernando walks in through the door.

"Oh Jack!", I whisper as tears slip down my eyes.

He's aged quite well. His curly, brown hair still shines and his creamy skin looks rich. I cast a glance at his wife. She's thin and beautiful. A blonde, with hazel colored eyes and mesmerizing lips shaped like hearts.

I wipe away my tears and look at them.

"Jack! Is that you?" Mother yells from the kitchen.

"Yes mum! Joan is here too", he yells back.

"Daddy what's a libido?", Jaylen asks innocently.

Joan's eyes widen in utter disbelief.

"Where did you learn that sweetie?", she asks.

Jack laughs as if to say "I know where"

"I want cookies", Jayden yells and rushes to the kitchen. Jack bends down and pats Marco

"You miss her don't you boy? Well I miss her too", Jack says to the dog.

My breath hitch in my throat and my heart constricts with pain. All I want to do is run out there and hug him so dearly. My best friend, Jack.

"Honey?", Joan calls as she places an arm on his shoulder.

He gets up turns around and hugs her.

"She was and is still my best friend. I want to tell her the truth. I can't live with myself if something happens to her. I want to tell her the truth so badly"

Truth? Jack wants to tell me the truth? What truth.

"Here's the cookie. And here's the milk", mother announces.

"Why is Jack looking so forlorn?", mother asks.

"He's feeling guilty and wants to tell Samantha the truth", Joan replies as she takes a cookie.

Mother begins to sweat profusely and me too. I turn on the air conditioner again and wait patiently.

"Jack have a cookie", she says

"I don't want a...",

Mother shuts him up by shoving a cookie down his throat.

I turn off the TV and lay on the bed.

What truth are they keeping from me? Even my mother knows the truth. What's the truth?

I pull up the covers around me. So many questions about this truth race through my mind. Soon I feel sleep begin to blanket me in it's comfortable arms.

A/N;
Samantha: what truth?

Author: these cookies are so good!

Isabella: yes I know!

Jack: one of a kind!

Joan: the best I've tasted.

Jaylen: what's libido?

Jayden: I want more cookies

Samantha: I will find out one way or another. Hmph! *walks out*

Author: you guys should be more careful next time.

Samantha: *comes back* vote if you wanna know the truth too.

Author: *rolls eyes* thank you all for reading. Please leave your thoughts in the comment box. Do stay safe. We all love you
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