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Sasha walks in after my hour of alone time. She sees me looking at ear in the corner of my eye and plans to sit on the bed where I'm laying. Before she plants her ass on the end of the bed, I sit up, fixing my tangled hair after. After a minute of staring in each other eyes, Sasha starts the conversation.

"Well, I talked with Dr. Holden and he says that you got into some unlikely events once you got here," she says, almost taking the role of the mother.

"What did he tell you actually?" I ask, wondering how the stuff the doctor said to Sasha actually fits what I know already.

"Well, from what he knows is that you drove here and was stopped by the highway patrol. He says that the police told him that you," she says and I anticipate her next phrase, "ran away from the officer, got caught and got arrested, and were sent to jail here in New Denali."

"I can explain Sasha--" I try to say but Sasha interrupts.

"Let me finish," she says. "The doctor told me that the police told him that the car that you were driving was stolen, yet it wasn't reported to be stolen. And I know I see the same car that he described outside parked in one of the parking spots." Before I can butt in with my explanation, Sasha continues, "Now I don't want to believe that you are someone who would have a chance and take somebody else car. So I'm willing to hear what you have to say."

I assume that Sasha has indeed changed, since I'm new to hear her ranting uncontrollably without the other person present being able to interrupt. I am unknown to her line of work even to this day and I'm wondering if it has an effect on her. I get ready to Sasha the details and I explain to her, "The car belongs to a guy I liked and dated when I crashed at Roman's pad at his garage in Florida. His name was Allen and the car was his to begin with." During the first part of my explanation, right around the time I said that I liked and guy and dated him, Sasha has this weird look on her face that she is crazily proud of me and punching my shoulder with a light punch saying that I did a good job.

[Roman is a muscular, black man who is a mechanic who runs his own garage. He is the person who let Marianne stay at his houseboat/pad for six month after she flew from London to America to stay a new life. Allen, which you might say is actually me, isn't me. It is the profile of a guy similar to me that was put to replace me in Marianne memories. All thanks to Dr. Holden for keeping me in this story. Now on with the story.]

"For five to six months, I stayed at Roman's place. Also at the time of my stay, I was given dresses and clothes bought by Allen as gifts during our time dating. But don't get excited Sasha, because that is when the fun ended," I explain to her in grisly detail. "Around the middle of March, this year, Allen and Roman went out of town and didn't tell me where they were going. They were gone for like two to three weeks, a month at the most. Then all of a sudden they came rushing back over here. Allen showed me the orange car not too long ago. When he got back, he uncovered it to me, since it was sitting, covered in a corner behind the garage. He told me that day that I was to pack my things, put them in the car, and when I get a phone call on my cell, he told me to get out of town quick.

"That's what I did. The next day, I finished packing all of my things as well as your three presents, and placed them in the car. I got in the car that morning being told that Roman and Allen were somewhere doing a certain job, but the mechanic told me nothing else. I waited in the driver's seat of Allen's orange muscle car until noon that day. I became really suspicious of the kind of job that Roman and Allen were doing. My suspicions heightened when I saw a black sedan patrolling in front of Roman's garage. It did that until two in the afternoon. That is when I got a phone call on my cell. I picked up and the person on the other end was breathing heavily, as if he'd been running all day. I find that it's Roman on the other end telling me that the job went sour and in the chaos, **** lords, U.S. Customs Agents, him and Allen started a shootout. Roman called me to tell me good news but more bad news. The good news was that he got out alive and is high-tailing it out of where he was. The bad news was that I would have to leave the state and never come back. This is because, in the shootout, Allen gets killed by a stray bullet and he told Roman to tell me.

[Friggin's sucks to be me, dead and all. Good thing it wasn't really me. I wonder if he was real as Marianne says. But for me, I know how the deal went down. The reason Roman and Allen went out of town was to protect Marianne from being involved. They went out of town, but not out-of-state. Roman and Allen were drivers, carrying money and **** from point A to point B. Point A being a secluded motorhome community being watch by U.S. Customs Agents on call to alert other agents, as well as the local law enforcement. Point B being a dock where **** lords and an influential person named Carter Molina awaited their courier to arrive with money and ****.]

[The day that Marianne got the call from Roman that Allen was shot was when the deal between Carter Molina and Roman and Allen went sour, just as Roman says. It went sour when Carter stated the obvious to Allen and Roman saying that he knew they were working undercover for U.S. Customs. Roman was the one to call it off, sending planted agents with sub-machine guns into the scene. After the agents were seen by Carter and his crew, Roman rushes to get Allen out of the area. A big shootout unfolds between Carter Molina and U.S. Customs agents. Roman, with his 9mm pistol stashed in his pants, takes it out and starts firing upon Carter Molina, who tells some of his goons to start shooting around where Roman and Allen are ducked. Allen in this case doesn't have a gun but has good instincts. He tells Roman that we have to leave via their car, Roman's Camaro. But Allen leave to soon, jumping from behind the obstacle they were crouched behind to the Camaro, Allen jumps in lines of fire, causing a stray bullet to enter through his chest from behind in an in-and-out motion. This leaves him with a hole in his body rendering him close to ****. Roman, who drags Allen's limp body behind the Camaro, is told by Allen to call Marianne to get out of the state.]

"So I left that day, with suspicions of the black sedan following me. But it never did. I didn't know where to go. I remember that you lived in New Denali, so I drove all the way from Florida to get here. I was driving on empty roads more than the highways. Call it my intuition, but I knew that if I went on the highways I would be discovered by the guys to took Allen's life, whoever they were," I continued. "Then once I got on the outskirt of New Denali, I got pulled over for speeding. I was told that the car belonged to an Allen and I thought they were going to find out it was stolen or taken from him. So I ran but I got caught and got bailed out by Dr. Holden and now you find me here."

In an effort to contain everything that I said, Sasha takes a brief time in silence and ponders on my explanation. Two minutes later, Sasha speaks, "So are you okay, now?"

Surprised by the comfort Sasha gives, I take an effort to think before I say anything. After thinking, I simply say, "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Well, that only serves for only half of the things I talked over with Dr. Holden. He says that since you have stayed here in his clinic for a day, you are in debt to him about $500, and that's for the room, the lunch, and the treatment. But I have talked it out with him. He says that he won't you for that $500 only if you leave today, before midnight," Sasha tells me in, not in a comforting tone, but in a business-like, counselor-like tone.

"Where am I going to stay, then?" I ask Sasha, obviously not knowing the layout of the city.

"Don't worry, Marianne. I've arranged for you to pack up and put your things into your car outside. You are to leave right now and I'm going to let you stay at my condo, alright?" she switches from a business-like tone to a salewoman tone.

"Condo?" the thought seems to process numerous times in my mind, wondering how in the world Sasha can get a condo.

"Yeah, you'll be taken the last room we have, and you're going to pay for it all on your own, okay?" Sasha says excitedly, even though I'm not as close to excited as she is.

"But I don't have a job to pay for it," I say, but knowing that Sasha is quick with her responses. Since she is my sister and all, I can say that I know when she is going to speak and how she is going to speak it.

Quickly standing up, facing me, and placing both hands on my shoulder to look deeply into my eyes, Sasha tells me, "Oh Marianne, do you think I told you about the condo just because I wanted to scare you into paying for it?" She laughs as she gets up and walks towards the door. She adds, "Get your things and meet me downstairs," and walks out the door, making tapping sounds along the hardwood floor with her heels.

I see that I'm already changed and still clean from my shower. I waste no time in gathering all my things and zipping my two yellow suitcases. I stand them upright being that they are rolling suitcases. I take the purse sitting on the nightstand and place it over my shoulder, the main part of the purse under my arm. As I'm getting my first suitcase and knowing that I need to come back for the other, Dr. Holden comes in. He isn't wearing his doctor lab coat but only the things he wore under it. He might be here to offer me help.

"Do you need help?" again my intuition is right and I nod in response. I direct him to my second suitcase and then a weird thought comes to mind.

As Dr. Holden approaches my second suitcase and grabs the handle and pulls it up to extend it, I ask him, "How do you Sasha by the way, doctor?"

"Sasha?" I nod making him go on. "Well Sasha has been one of my favorite clients and she took the time to fill out her file as well as yours. I know her so well because she has always come to me for advice for stuff. You know that she has been here the last five years, so I'm like her mentor or a big brother that she wanted to have. As your older sister, Sasha came to me for help regarding you. She filled out your file as best as she can and told me that whatever and whenever you needed some help, I would gladly to come by and offer it for you. Now can you leave so that you won't have to be in debt with me?"

Dr. Holden's little speech surprised me, to the point that I stood there in my slippers attentively listening to his words coming out of his mouth. I am even more surprised as well as embarrassed when he tells me to get out of the room so that he can help me put my suitcases in the car outside. I say, "Sorry," and immediately turn around and exit out the door.

Going down the stairs, Dr. Holden extends his offer taking both suitcases down. Such a gentlemen he is. I wonder how well Sasha knows him anyway. We exit the clinic and we see the back door of a SUV open with Sasha standing near it. She seems she hasn't been waiting long, since she left the room five minutes ago. Dr. Holden helps me put my suitcases into the back of truck while we get into the truck. Supposedly this truck belongs to Dr. Holden and he keeps it in a garage. The garage looks like it is along the left wall of the clinic if you looking at the clinic from outside.

Sasha gets into the front seat while I get into the back seat. When Sasha went for shotgun, this action deepened my thoughts about the relationship between her and Dr. Holden. After the doctor closes the back door, he walks alongside the left side of the truck, and opens the driver's side door. When he opens it and climbs in, he is surprised to see Sasha sitting in the passenger seat, but he waste no time in closing his door and turning the engine on. He seems to notice Sasha a lot. I don't if she is staring at him in a weird way or it's just her presence that makes him nervous. After bowing his head down to look at his gauges, he asks Sasha something.

"So Sasha, where do live you live now?" Dr. Holden asks.