Identity Theft

Waking up groggily, I had a throbbing headache. It felt like the world going merry-go-round and a curse left my foul-tasting mouth, involuntary. My tongue flickered in my mouth trying to name horrible bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Unrecognizable but it was some medicine for sure.

What the f*ck had they fed me?! I absolutely despise when someone plays with my body or conscious function. Whoever this was should damn well draft their wills!

Blinking I tried to adjust to the light in the room. The first thing I did was feel the heirloom on my thigh. Still there.

My breath hitched as my eyes roamed the length of my body. GOD! I was wearing the same clothing that I was wearing the night before and there was no ache in my body except the one in my head.

I shut my eye and let out a shaky breath. I wasn’t r*ped which was a good sign. My hand reached my chest to even my breathing but then froze mid-air. I could move my hand!

I wasn’t tied and I wasn’t in some basement with a leaking pipe and dead rotten rodents!!!

My eyes greedily took in the view in front of me. With everything that I took in my eyes widened another fraction to the point I believed they would pop out of their socket.

Damn.

One thing was for sure it’s not the Isyanov’s that caught me. They are never this hospitable with their welcome. But the whole room was fu*king pink!

Like a Barbie room! Even the décor was like a 10-year-old Barbie+Pink obsessed lassie! Damn! Did I get in the hands of a psycho, who wants to fulfill his Barbie fantasies?!

Didn’t the dolly had blonde hair? I clearly have ebony black hair!

Nonetheless, it was creepy. The linens I was on were silky blush pink and the furry comforter on me was dyed mauve pink. The adjacent walls were shocking pink with bridal pink filigree on them and the other two walls were carnation white. The carpets, doors, couches, vanity, and coffee table to collages and frames everything was stationed to be delicately girlish to the point I felt like I was in some nauseate dollhouse.

My heart beats spiked up. Where the hell in the GOD forsaken place was I! It gave me some circus-crazed-vibe I had to get out of here! I needed to get to the cargo ship!

A gasp left me and I brought my wrist up to see. 7:30.I threw my head back on the pillow and groaned in frustration.

“Arghhh...That damn mu-dak!” I groaned out in frustration infiltrating my sane part of my mind. I had missed the ship and it would be on the sails by now... which means that my head will be on spike sooner or later. As there was no way I could stay hidden here in the States that was a free playground for all Mafias!

(shithead)

Having mourned for dead-me enough I started taking in my surrounding. Two ceilings-to-floor French windows with grills. I fidgeted with my fingers when my eyes trailed to the Balcony. That’s what I needed! I can get out of here.

I jerked out of the bed and took several hurried steps. As I started advancing toward the Balcony, the door opened and a woman in maid clothing came inside with a tray in her hand.

The young woman’s eyes widened as if I was a mummy that had resurrected, and she exclaimed in utter surprise, “Miss White! You are awake!”

Before my upper lip could twitch, the young maid went galloping out of the door. I was confused would be an utter understatement. What the hell is going on here! No matter how I tried to comprehend the situation, it freaked me out.

It was not a place I recognized and I wasn’t some Ms. White. Though curious, I was smart enough not to wait for all this to unfold.

Shaking my head I started heading toward the Balcony.

But before I could reach the Balcony, again the door inaugurated revealing two maids and a doctor followed by a middle-aged authoritative man who seemed to have been preserved with time, most probably in his early fifties or late forties.

With electric blue eyes, caramel blonde hair, and sharp features the man was a catch but that wasn’t the thing that will have you staring at him. The noteworthy thing about him was his aura, which will have you reconsider your speech in front of him. He sucked all the attention from the room just by stepping in, I wanted to yell and curse but I was too cautious to jump in unknown water besides, the man looked majorly pissed.

He was scary but unless it wasn’t crazed insanity I would take what I can get. A relief.

“Serena, let the doctor check you.” He ordered in a stern and stiff tone as if ordering his comrade and just by one look I could tell, that was the softest tone the man could muster. Probably an army man.

I frowned and gave the man a once over. Crisp expensive suit, leather shiny shoes, and a stick up his ass; this was a corporate shark but in no way did I remember poking one. My world hardly had confrontation to anything as holy as a legit business.

Right now I really wanted to know the extent of my ′talent’. How had I managed to ruffle these fine custom-made imported feathers?

I would say the man was some perverted old man who brought me in for the kinks but I know that everyone knows that I am more trouble than a good f*ck and cutting and weighing balls seem to be my hobby. To people, of course!

Did I offend anybody without even knowing?! I finally decided to play smug, playing oblivious or clueless will definitely land me in an early grave. My name wasn’t even Serena but I wasn’t going to be a dope-head and tell them that right away to discard me at once...

Raising a brow, I turned around with a smirk, “And why should I? Whatever you want, state. I have somewhere to be.” I ended my sass, checking my nails.

Gasps left the people behind the man like they were too shocked that I have talked back to their Boss like that, must be some cult leader... I barely held back cringing with the way the people were observing me and it was getting obscene with every passing second. They were eyeing me as if I was a chicken with a third leg and it was annoying!

Following my comment, the whole room was silenced and eerily cold. The man set me up with a piercing glare holding me captive.

“Leave!” He commanded in a calm warning, not once removing his glare from me. I had the urge to scurry away with the rest of the lucky lot. The room was emptied leaving only two of us in a second.

The man took a breath as if summoning patience to not lash out at me and started, “Serena, I know you are upset so I will excuse this rebellious disposition of yours. But what you did yesterday was not excusable at all....”

I blinked confusingly at him and thought, ‘I was upset? Nah! Not at all! And what did I do yesterday? The last thing I did was mock Isyanov’s name, ridicule Xander Quinn and then get kidnapped. But what is this man going on about?!’ I opened my mouth to say something but the man continued, not giving me a chance.

“.....You could have been found by anybody! Anybody could have harmed you! But being the irresponsible girl you are, you ignored all that just to throw a tantrum!” The man was rubbed his temple and shaking his head as if talking to me was giving him a headache and as if it wasn’t him that was cooking up tales!

“Wait for a second!” I exclaimed cutting him off. “I don’t have any idea about what you are going on with. Just quit it. I am not falling for it and it is rather ridiculing your own self. You have the wrong person or you are the wrong person, whatever. I have somewhere to be so why not just get out of here and let me leave?”

“Don’t test the last of my patience, Serena! You are not going anywhere and you are getting married!”

“Married?” It wasn’t in my cards. A sarcastic laugh left me. I scoffed involuntarily and yelled exasperated, “I am not Serena! Try to understan...” He cut me off, the man had major communication issues.

“...But what is done is done. I won’t keep holding it against you but don’t think if you continue this delinquency, it will be forgiven.” The oh-so-gentleman ignored my words altogether like I didn’t even speak! I tilted my head incredulously.

The man took a deep breath as if trying to rein in the vein that was going to pop in his head and eyed me up and down with distaste, “What have you done with your hairs and dressing!” He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a shaky breath in and ordered as if I took orders from him, “Just change into something ladylike and come for breakfast. I am sure, as you are standing here, you don’t need a medical assistant anymore.”

Leaving me dumbfounded as he was turning to leave, he halted, “And I will reconsider the marriage. You don’t need to be a fugitive again to elope with some... hobo and tarnish the family name,” And then swishing past the door, left as he came.

Blinking my eyes I tried to understand and make sense of the situation. 'What the hell is going on? What did I do with my hair and what dressing? What marriage?! What elope?! What hobo?! And most of all what the hell did the man mean by ‘ladylike’?′

Looking down I saw my clothes ‘Ripped jeans, T-shirts, a Denim Jacket, and biker boots. They are my best American themed clothes, Ok! How else I could blend in?’

Then it clicked. They are mistaking me for someone else. I snorted and made my way to the balcony when my feet froze eyeing the collage on the wall. My feet moved on their own accord as my mind numbed.

“Blyad’!” I mumbled at the absurdity of what I was seeing.

(fuck)

The girl in the polaroid pictures was a carbon copy of me, well her features strongly resembled mine save for the caramel hairs that were like the man earlier and tanned skin that was enough testimony to their heritage. And those captivating electric blue eyes that were piercing on the man but on her they were captivating.

With a dazed look, I ran my dainty fingers on the glass frames where my reflection shone. I could see the on-point resemblance. It was like we were molded from the same cut-out. Too alike yet too contrasting. While I had Raven black hair the girl had rich caramel hair. Unlike my ghost-like silver grey’s she had deep electric blue eyes.

The wheels turned in my head at the instant, this man had a daughter who was a replica clone of me and she was MIA, by his speech, with some ‘hobo’ because of a said arrange marriage he was forcing on her. Because the girl was missing and not being found they had assumed looking at me that the girl, Serena had dyed her hair, wore contacts and changed her disposition, dressing sense to form a better camouflage!

I had to get out of here but if I was to, where would that leave me? I was hunted in the city and the ship that was to be my salvation has long sailed because of this moronic domestic dispute. The earliest the next cargo will head for Italy is in six months or so. I needed a place to hide and there was no better place than of the people who owe me an apology.

I could attempt identity theft and stay here till I can safely get out of the country but there were loopholes. The girl who probably was a spoilt suka could return, these people could notice the stark difference we both harbored, The Russians or underworld could find her and chop her to pieces instead of me. I could risk a bloodbath but everything comes with risks and this risk was worth taking.

(bitch)

The Isyanov’s will never suspect me being in a corporate businessman’s house or maybe I could use this girl identity to leave the country... With the wheels turning in my head, I realized one thing for sure I had to stay here without anyone doubting me and making sure the original girl don’t get here in the meantime.

A smirk overtook my features. This was my best bet at living. As I was further thinking my plan through, the door opened. I stealthily got away from the collage.

As the woman dressed in white and navy blue maid clothing entered the room she smiled warmly at me which I didn’t reciprocate, “Miss, I am here to help you dress.”