I take in a deep breath as I wait for Lucas in the non-contact visitation room. I haven't seen him since the court hearing. I was such a mess back then. As I waited I became more and more agitated.

I see him walking closer behind the glass partition. A series of mixed emotions washes over me all at once. I've never hated anyone as much as I hate him.

The air is musty, spiritless, cold...as I make eye contact with him.

I can't quite read his face expression.

He picks up the telephone and puts it to his ear. I clench my teeth as I concur his movements.

"Ta-"

"Don't you say my name, just don't. You listen to me. If I had it my way I'd rather have you in a torture chamber than this prison cell. You took everything away from me. I can't even describe how horrible you are. How can you even live with yourself?!" I ask and his expression changes.

"Are you done?"He asks.

"Yes I am. I don't have to waste another word on you." I say and aim to get up from the chair, but he stops me. What he said, I simply couldn't ignore.

"It was supposed to be you."

I bring the phone back to my ear. Maybe I didn't hear correctly.

"What?"

"It was supposed to be you. It had nothing to do with Cassie."He continues and his words seem to daze me.

"You were a job I would've made a lot of money on." He said disappointedly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Someone sent me to kill you."

His words rang in my head, it stung every corner of my mind.

It can't be true. Who would want to kill to me? I don't have any enemies. He must be lying.

"You're lying. You're making this all up. If it's true why didn't you testify that you're a hitman?"

"Because I thought somehow she'd get me out of here so I didn't snitch, but look where I am."

I can't believe in a time like this he feels sorry for himself. He deserves everything he's getting in here and more.

"She?"

He sighs,"Yes, and she probably won't stop until you're dead."

"Who is she and why would she want me dead?"

"I don't know her name-"

"Okay now you're just trying to mess with me. So what you were hired by a woman who assigned you to kill me and you don't know her name?"

"She didn't want me to."

"Okay I've had about enough-"

"Your mother. Well she-"

"What?! Now I know you're lying. Why would my own mother want me dead? I won't listen to you anymore. You're just trying to mess with my head." I say and leave as fast as I can.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here in the first place.

I know he's lying, my mother and I might not see eye to eye right now, but that doesn't mean that she wants me dead.

I walk out of the prison's entrance and somehow what he said had an affect on me. I don't know why, but it feels like I've been hit by a bus. Why is it bothering me so much, when I know it's not the truth. How can I trust a murderer?

My vision becomes blurry as I walk to my car. My head is pounding and I'm struggling to breath. Calm down Tatum, Calm down.

Just as I was about to fall over, I prepared myself to feel the sudden contact of the hard concrete ground, but it never came.

"Tatum, Tatum are you okay?"

I look up.

"Samuel? What are you doing here?"

"Your father sent me to check on you." He says. I break away from his hold and steady myself.

He reaches out to place his hand on my arm, but I pull away.

"No don't touch me. I don't have time for this now." I say and turn on my heel towards my car.

"Tatum what happened?" I hear Samuel shout from behind me, but I ignore him and walk faster.

"Tatum!"

"Leave me alone Sam!"

I climb into my car and start the engine.

All around me are people who wants to hurt me. What did I do? What did I do to deserve this?

I drive home and walk up to my front door. I unlock the door and head inside. I just need a break from everything. I lock the door and turn around.

"Mom?"

Samuel's POV:

"Tatum!"

"Leave me alone Sam!"

I run after her but she hurriedly gets into her car and leaves. God, Tatum why won't you just talk to me?

I head back to my car. I climb into the driver's seat and pull out my phone to call Tatum's father.

"Malcolm?"

"Did you go? Is she okay?"

"She seems really stressed out and when I got here she almost fainted. I don't think she's okay. She wouldn't even speak to me, she just left." I inform Malcolm.

He sighs, " Okay thank you for checking on her. She probably went home. Meet me at her place in a few minutes."

"Okay I can do that."

Tatum's POV:

"Mom what are you doing here?"

"What I should have done a long time ago."

"Mom what-"

"Stop! Okay stop!" She shouts suddenly which startled me.

"Mom-"

She doesn't look okay.

"Stop calling me that! I'm not your mom." She shouts. I've never seen her this angry before.

"What are you talking about? Is this a joke?"

"A joke?"

"Does this look like a joke to you?" She asks and what she does next rips my soul apart.

My own mother pulls out a gun and points it at me.

Tears start forming in my eyes and it feels as if someone stabbed me in my heart.

"Mom why?" I manage to muster out,the keys slip out of my hand through shock.

I didn't even notice how my hands were shaking.

She is silent, just standing there pointing that vile weapon straight at me.

The mixture of confusion and heartbreak, creates anger within me.

"Mom!" I yell.

"What's going on?!" I continue.

"Don't yell at me! Ugh, you're just like her. You think u can speak to me anyway you want!" She responds angrily. It's as if I don't recognize this person standing in front of me. My own mom turned into a complete stranger.

"What are you-"

"Shut up! You sound like her too. You know how I've been driven to insanity. Having to be reminded of that revolting woman for 23 years!"

What is she talking about? What woman?

"It was already bad enough that she came into our lives and wrecked our home, but after I got rid of her, I was still stuck with you...But! I was smart. Yes I was. I made my plans and it almost worked. But you wouldn't die, you just couldn't die!"

Her words made my heart ache more. It's true she wants me gone, not only gone, but dead.

She starts walking up and down as she continues to talk, making hand motions with the gun.

"Then I thought, oh they changed her face so now she won't look like her anymore. So my silly ass thought I could tolerate you, but I couldn't! Everything you did, the way you talk, the way you act is a complete replica of her!"

"Mom, I don't understand?!" I shout, wanting answers.

"Of course you don't! You wouldn't understand everything I went through. She took my husband and then from their disgusting love affair came an illegitimate child!"

I gasp as the realisation hits me. I'm the illegitimate child? No it can't be. I've froze still. So many questions running through my mind, yet my voice hides away. Alina isn't my mom.

"You understand now!" She shouts.

"Okay,okay, I understand." My shakes as I cry out.

"Before I kill you I think you at least deserve the truth. Let me tell you of what a whore your mother was. Your father cheated on me with that bitch. She tried to steal him and it wasn't long at after I had Toby. She had no shame! She tore our family apart, she brainwashed Malcolm. He wanted to leave me for her. Toby was about a year old when I decided to take action. The bitch got what she deserved. I think that night is my best memory yet. I finally got rid of her..." She says and a sinister smile creeps onto her face. Oh god, she killed her.

Not long after her smile turned into a frown, " Then I found out about you. You were just a few days old. Malcolm didn't have a choice, but to come out with the truth. He brought you to my house that day. They were keeping you a secret from everyone, but after she died, he couldn't keep you a secret anymore. So he bright you into my house, into my life! At first I was okay with, because I thought, well atleast the witch is out of our lives. But then you grew older and you constantly reminded me of her everyday of my life and I couldn't handle it anymore. So I needed to get rid of you too. I hired someone to kill you, he just needed the perfect opportunity. I didn't even have to pay him, because he wanted to die anyways. He was one of my patients at the psychiatric hospital. It was easy to convince him to do I. I just had to make up a story of how a horrible person you are. I used his own back story to push him over the edge. On the night of the accident, he was following you and he got that perfect opportunity. He then killed himself in the accident, but you wouldn't die. I still don't understand how you survived that, it was a god damn truck! You lost your memory and I thought that I could control you, mold you into the person I want you to be, but you were just stubborn. You always had to have everything your way. Then you were pregnant and decided to elope with Brandon! I knew it had to end. That witch's bloodline should end! Then I got somebody else. He came and asked for help to the hospital, but instead of admitting him, I used him as a weapon. He started following you and it was later that we found out that Cassidy was involved. I told him that if he did this, he could get his daughter back and start over with the payment I'll give him when the jobs down. What it shame, the job never got done, instead poor Brandon died. He was a good kid, but just like your mother, you blinded Brandon and he turned against me as well. I couldn't talk Brandon into keeping quiet about Samuel anymore, so it's fine he was a traitor as well."

I mind feels like it's about to explode as I attempt to process all this heavy information. Alina's not my mom. My real mother died at the hands of her. This woman that I thought was my mother, resents me. She sent people after me to kill me. She did it twice. It was really my fault that Brandon died. I was supposed to die. They were after me, but Brandon died.

I feel numb.

"I guess that's why I'll have to take matters in my own hands. One can only truly depend on oneself."

"Please don't do th-"

My plea is cut off by the sharp crackling sound of gun shot...