My Alpha Protectors

MY LEGACY

Ana’s POV

I had this feeling that some things are very wrong around me… my mom told me that she called my dad Tony …but she never mentioned his full name… she lied to me everything about my father… she said she met him in New York, but I can see these pictures of their high school together here… in New Orleans. What made her lie??

 According to her, it was not loved just a nightstand. She wanted me and my father left because he was ashamed and my whole life was a lie …should I believe her… I hate him to bail on me all my life… but this time she has to explain Why the f**k she lied to me.

I went straight to her room holding that album… she was not there so I went to the kitchen where she was making pancakes… when I literally landed on her… she turned towards me while shouting at me but when she saw the album within a second she shut down…

She was terrified. I can see the terror in her eyes. She was looking at the album and gulped hard. “Where did you find it??” she was frightened. “In the attic above my room…” I said staring at her with doubtful eyes. “I told Andrea to not go there or get your hands near that stuff… I told you not to cross your lines” she howled at me.

“Now I know, MOTHER, why you never wanted me to go there… you lied to me my whole life … you told me that you met him in New York but this pic of both of you are from the same high school I study in… you said it was no love just a one night stand… but this pic of yours is like you are barely 16… you lied to me about my own father and yet you howl on me… why?? You better give a serious and reasonable explanation on this” I yelled at her, and my palms were bleeding as I dug my nails deep in anger…

Yeah, I have anger issues… in order to control that I make tight fists which sometimes result in bleeding from my palms… I loose control of it when I am seriously offended.

“You should mind your own business and give the album to me…” she tried to snatch out the album from my hands… “Jacob’s father recognized just by knowing my full name… and guess what he told me my father’s real name… which is not Tony but Tristan…” I screamed hard at her and stepped back so that she can not snatch the album from my hand.

“Where did you meet him??” she was surprised but I was feeling a hell awesome to confidently ignore her and kept asking the same question why she lied to me… but it went out of my hands, and she slapped me… I became so impatient that I roared on her… what the hell… did I just roared sounded like an animal… I covered my mouth instantly she was standing amazed, and I was terrified. She took the album and went straight to her room and locked the door.

I was horrified and standing still… how did I just ….ro…roa… roared. I went to my room got ready grabbed my stuff called Nina in one breathe… and within 5 minutes I was out of the house… Nina is going to be late, so I took the bus instead…

I am still so alarmed by the incident that I didn’t notice anything… grabbed my book and went to my classroom… I sat at the back to avoid everyone. I was still terrified and my legs were trembling… I am confused and afraid. I saw Jacob and Marcus entering the classroom. It seemed that they searched for something and then they saw me.

They both came to me… I collected myself to look like nothing happened… they both sat beside me. As soon as Marcus came near to me, my whole demeanor changed instantly. I felt safe and comfortable. Marcus made me so comfortable and safe. I was not terrified at all…how can this be?? All my fear went away in one sight.

  “Ana, would you like to come with me to my homecoming party??” Marcus asked me… “Your homecoming party??” I was confused is that a thing… “Yeah he came here after 7 years… so it was my dad’s idea to throw him a party.” Jacob replied… “Yep he is right… so I was wondering if you would like to come… we both will be there…” Marcus said … “So, you two are like buddies now…” I laughed at their bonding.

“You can say that…” Jacob scoffed… “Well sure I would… when is this party??” I asked. “It's tonight… I will pick you…” Marcus said.“Okay… give me your phone” I asked and gave him my number.

 Diane came to us… barking like a dog… “Jacob, what are you doing with her… your seat is with me…” she shouted out loud at Jacob… “OH!! Are you jealous queen bee…” I said in a manipulated tone and Jacob and Marcus were enjoying actually controlling their laughs… “Shut up you b***h…” Diane shouted on me… “Scared I would steal your precious boy…” I manipulated her again… “Jacob loves me and I love him… you can’t steal my boy…” Diane said confidently… and this made laugh at the exact moment.

“You know what… you should not be so confident about it… just mind your business”, Jacob said to Diane, and she left with that angry look on her face. Then the teacher came in … our schedule was different today we had only one class, but I was feeling well not afraid and a sad little girl anymore.

I was heading towards the library in our lunch break for some research about my dad… “Hey, are you leaving…” Jacob crashed me in between…  “Yeah, I was going to the library actually…” I said. “Okay see you at the party tonight…” he said, and we parted…

I went into the library to look out for founding families of New Orleans if the name Labonair came around… I opened my laptop and searched… ‘founding families of New Orleans’… every founding family was their including Marcus’s but no Labonair…

I had no idea how to find so I searched ‘oldest family lived in New Orleans’… no sign was there too… Jacob’s father and my father are high friends so he must be living somewhere near the lake and the forest…

So, I searched ‘oldest family lived near the forest or lake in New Orleans’. There it was Labonair at the top followed by Black, Malraux, Kenner, and others… it means the third man in the picture in the album must be Marcus’s father. It clears the puzzle of how Jacob and Marcus were bonding with each other.

I also searched my family's name to know more about them. According to google, Labonair is the oldest bloodline of New Orleans, they were the rulers of the city, and the entire city is built by them. Many tried to take the city by raising war, so they made peace with the Malraux’s, the Black’s, and the power of all time the King’s. They ruled the city together united undefeated.

Which makes it my legacy too. Only Jacob’s and Marcus’s father can tell me the truth about my father… and the reason he left us. I must go to tonight’s party at Marcus’s house. It’s the only way to meet them and uncover the unrevealed.