A Life Full of Lies

Aveline Lockett is in trouble. Her mother will do anything, or, better said, anyone for drugs. Her father, well, she's never even seen a picture of him. Her mother gets involved in one of the local gangs, and now they're after Aveline. Aveline is tired of all her failed attempts of running, so she makes one final dash, to find her father. Any life has to be better than the one she's living now, or so she thought. Aveline is thrust into an elite life, and she hates it, until she meets Nathaniel Montague. He seems like everything she's ever wanted, but he's hiding a secret, a secret that has to do with Aveline's mother. Will Aveline ever be free of her mother's mistakes?


1. Aveline's P.O.V.

*Aveline's P.O.V.*

"Aveline!" Alec yelled. I just kept running, ignoring him. No way was I going to allow him to catch me this time. I ran down the dark, barely lit road, -- good thing I did track in junior high -- looking for the shortcut. I was going to my hide out across the river, and if I went down one of the alleys on this road, I could cut through the park instead of going all the way to the bridge.

I turned down the alley and ran until I got to the barbed wire gate, and it was about two stories high. I jiggled the door on the gate before I realized that it was locked. I started to climb the gate, and I was about to climb down the other side when Alec showed up at the end of the alley that I just came from. I started to climb down faster, but I cut my left arm on the barbed wire. I didn't feel it at first, but blood started to drip down my arm and onto the ground below me.

"That's a pretty bad cut, Aveline," Alec said, walking closer to the gate. "Why don't you let me help you?"

"No, Alec, go away," I yelled back at him. I slowly started to climb down the gate."

Alec sighed. "You know I can't do that."

"Yeah yeah yeah, 'You're a part of this now, and even if we were to let you leave, you wouldn't be safe.' I can defend myself, you know!"

"While that is all true, that's not why I can't go away."

I stopped. "What?"

"You know exactly why." Alec scoffed a little. "Don't you?"

I sighed and started to climb down the gate again. "I just told you."

"Oh Honey," Alec said. "Your mother hasn't told you yet?"

I stepped onto the blood-stained ground. "My mother hasn't told me what?"

Alec pulled out a key and placed it in the gate lock. Of course, the son of a mobster has a key to a random gate in the city. I stepped back away from him.

"If you want help with your arm, you're going to have to let me get close to you," Alec said, stepping closer to me. I continued to step back until I ran into something. I looked around and saw that I ran into a dumpster. When I turned back around, Alec was right in front of me. He took off his sweater and started to dab my arm with it.

"Alec, what hasn't my mother told me?" I asked, not looking at him.

He stopped dabbing my arm. "I, uh, it's not important. Never mind," he said, then started to dab my arm again.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose, closed my eyes, and leaned against the dumpster. "Would your dad tell me if I asked him?"

"Probably not; he is a busy man you know."

"I'm sure he is very busy. I mean, he has all those fingers to cut off, and all that money to collect." Alec's father is the head of a very big mob operation. "Oh, wait, he'd just have people do that for him, wouldn't he? Wouldn't want to get caught."

"Hey," Alec said in a harsh tone, "don't talk about my dad that way. You know exactly what he could do to you, or even your mother."

"Like I care about what you do to my mother, or myself for that matter. It's not like anything he could do hasn't happened to me before." Since my mother's a druggie, I have been in many dangerous situations, which is why I don't care about what his stupid mobster dad could do to me.

"Hey," he said, softer this time, "you know you care about your mom."

"If you had any idea of what I've been through because of her, you'd hate her as much as I do."

"I'm sure it can't be that bad. I've been in bad situations because of my father, and I don't hate him."

"Never mind, you wouldn't...." I trailed off. Why did my head hurt so bad?"

"I wouldn't what?" I could hear the worry in Alec's voice.

"I don't remember," I mumbled.

Alec sighed, then looked at my arm. "Aveline, your arm is still bleeding pretty heavily. I'm going to have to take you to my uncle to see if he can stitch you up."

"I don't want to go back," I said, trying to pushing him away.

"If I don't get you back home, you're going to bleed to death."

"What do you mean? I'm not even bleeding." I looked down at my body and saw that my arm was bleeding. "Oh, hey, I'm bleeding."

Alec let out a humorless laugh, then grabbed my hand. "C'mon, let's go home." We started to walk, but I got really dizzy, so I leaned back on the dumpster.

"A-Alec, I'm too dizzy to walk."

Alec walked back over to me and put his hands on my waist. Most people think that there's something going on between us, but there's not; he's just really touchy-feely, and I'm to intimidated by him to tell him to stop. "Here, put your arms around my neck, and I'll carry you back."

I reached up and hooked my arms around his neck, and he carried me out of the alley. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was laying on a cold, metal table, and Alec's uncle, Stan, was standing over me, looking at my arm.

"Hey Stan," I said, my voice groggy and weak.

"Hey Aveline, next time you try to run away, don't cut your arm this bad, okay? I'd appreciate it." Stan smiled at me, then walked out of the room.

"Why do you keep running away?"

"Oh Jesus, Alec, I didn't even see you. You scared me so bad."

Alec stood up and walked over to me. "Well, according to my father, it's my job to scare you," he said, chuckling.

I laughed. "Why is that, so that I won't try to run away again?"

"Actually, that's exactly why." Alec suddenly got very serious. "So, do I scare you enough to make you stay here?"

"I thought you already had this through your head. I want to get as far away from here as I can, and I'll try anything to get there, even if it means dying."

"We're friends, right?" Alec asked.

"Um, I guess, in a weird, twisted way," I answered, sitting up.

"Well, my father gave me orders to look after you, to make sure that you don't try to get away from us."

"Your point is?"

"He said that if you leave, it'll be on me." Alec had a very intense look on his face. "Now, you wouldn't want me to get my fingers cut off, would you friend?"

Oh, so he's playing this sort of game. "No, I don't want anyone getting their fingers cut off."

Alec smiled. "Then you'll do everything I say, or it might be you getting your fingers cut off."

Alec knows that I don't care about my fingers, and he also knows that I know my fingers wouldn't get cut off, even if I were out of line. He's playing the intimidation card, because he knows I can. Believe it or not, I'm scared of him; he's way stronger than me, he's taller than me, and he knows it.

I looked down at my hands. "Fine, I'll be good," I mumbled.

Alec stepped closer to me and poked my nose. "Stop mumbling."

"Awe, but I like to mumble," I whined, making him laugh. "It's just so much fun, because most people can't hear when I insult them."

"I can, though."

"Unfortunately, yes, you can."

Alec sighed, then looked at the watch on his wrist. "It's almost 2:30 in the morning. How about we go to bed?"

"Sure," I said, getting off the table.

We walked out into the hallway, and I started for my room, but Alec grabbed my hand, stopping me. "Where do you think you're going?"

I sighed and turned back to him. "I was going to go to my room and sleep, but obviously I'm not allowed to do that yet."

Alec nodded. "You can sleep, but not in your room."

"Why not?" I whined.

"I have to keep an eye on you, so you'll be going everywhere I go, and vise versa." Alec smiled at me and gently pulled me down the hall, towards his room.

"Wait, so I have to sleep with you now? At least take me out to dinner first." Alec chuckled.

When we were in Alec's room, he went over to his iPod dock and started to play "Cat and Mouse" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

"Oh my God, I love this song," I said, laying back on his bed and stretching.

Alec looked at me with a weird look on his face. "You listen to RJA?"

I closed my eyes and nodded. "They're my favorite band."

"I would've thought you to be a Taylor Swift girl, with your curly blond hair."

I ran over and started hitting him. "Don't you ever insult me like that ever again!" Alec just laughed.

He just stood there and let me hit him. Eventually, I got tired and sat down on his bed.

Alec tossed me a shirt and a pair of sweat pants. "You can change in the bathroom," he said, pointing to a door.

I changed into the Papa Roach shirt and sweats he gave me, then walked out. "Is this going to be a permanent thing, because I don't think it's going to work." I pulled on the sweat pants, pulling them out at least five inches without even stretching the elastic. 

"I thought they'd be to big for you, that's why were getting you some clothes tomorrow," Alec said, then he looked at me apologetically. "They are my smallest pair of pants." I just shrugged.

I grabbed a pillow and blanket off of Alec's bed and laid them down on the floor. "What are you doing?" Alec questioned me.

"I'm going to sleep," I said, kneeling down by my makeshift bed.

Alec shook his head. "I have a huge bed; you're not sleeping on the floor." He pulled the pillow and blanket back on his bed, then gently pushed me so that I was laying down. I crawled under the covers and huddled up against the wall. I heard Alec chuckle, then he turned off the lights.

I was almost asleep when I felt Alec climb into bed and wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me to him.

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