A/N: So I decided to start a second story because I had this idea floating in my head for a while. I'll still be continuing with 'Did You Really Look My Way' so don't worry about me ditching that story. Thanks to Ambeezy for helping me by giving me a few ideas.
Let me know what you think about this story. All feedback is appreciated and welcomed. Reviews make me happy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or characters.
Ashley sat in her motel room rummaging through various fake documentations and paperwork. This was nothing new to the brunette. After six years of living under fake identities, she became accustomed to being anyone but herself.
Currently, she was in San Francisco and her name was Melissa Evans. 'Melissa Evans' spent her days working at a law firm as a secretary. The brunette originally thought that it would be too boring of a life to live - or pretend to live, but quickly realized that she'd be allowed unlimited access to different data bases from within the law firm. Plus, all the snobby lawyers wouldn't acknowledge her existence, simply due to the fact that she held a position lower than all of them. She was inferior to them, like gum on the bottom of their shoes. Most people didn't even second-look 'Melissa'. She looked like every secretary in the building - and bitched like one too. She wore pencil skirts with tucked blouses, and glasses on the tip of her nose even though it bothered her to no end.
Today was Melissa's day off, which gave Ashley a chance to put together her next alias. The objective was simple - make up a person and pick a new location. Sounded easy enough, right?
Melissa's day off would be followed by a sick day - which would turn into a sick week. She would call in pretending to sound as dead as the air conditioner in her room, groaning and making weird guttural sounds in order to obtain the whole week off without any suspicion. During this time period, she would move to a new area, along with a new identity. Later in the week, she would send a letter to the law firm, informing them that she'd received a better job offer that required her to leave the city. The bosses won't even blink an eye before replacing her with a new person the minute they receive the letter.
And just like that, Melissa Evans would be out of their lives, and will cease to exist. This was the usual routine for her past her aliases and it worked like a charm every single time.
Ashley sighed in relief as she finalized all the documentation she needed for her next identity. The hardest part was over and all that was left was to print it. She looked under her bed and pulled out a large suitcase filled with her specialized printer and various seals of authenticity. Hooking it up to her laptop, the brunette hit print and watched as different legal documents rolled out. Ashley checked her watch and estimated that it would take about 45 minutes for all of the paperwork to be completed.
Five minutes in, the rumbling of the printer was already annoying her, crawling on her nerves and making its claim on it. Not wanting to smash it to pieces, Ashley grabbed her jacket and gun and headed out for some much needed fresh air. She'd been cooped up in the small, airtight room since she woke up at 5 am, working on gathering information with nothing but five minute bathroom breaks.
She hopped into her blue Prius that she owned purely to maintain the image of Melissa Evans, and started the engine. The real Ashley Davies wouldn't be caught dead owning one of these things.
The brunette drove around town for a while and took in the city lights and disheveled people. It was roughly midnight, but despite that, the roads were busy and people lined the side walks. The city never sleeps, she thought to herself.
Ashley parked the car and walked along the board walk. Her hair was straight - something she changed about her appearance so she looked more like a 'Melissa'. The brunette ran her fingers through her hair, still not use to the feeling of combing through it without getting her fingers tangled. If she had to admit, she missed her curly hair.
She walked over to an empty bench and sat down. Ashley never got rid of her habit to secure a place before she could truly relax. It was something her dad taught her for safety reasons, but now, looking around her surroundings, the feeling of anxiety and fear creeped up on her, feeding her with different images of what could be hiding in the dark.
Other than the brunette, the board walk was empty.
She listened to the water, hearing the waves crash against the shore, pulling and shaping the sand like it was play doh. Her heart tugged as she recalled all the petty sand castles she used to build with Kyla. Hers was always tall and lumpy while Kyla's was all water and no sand.
The brunette sat there when she heard sounds of laughter coming from her left. She immediately reacted and reached behind her back, ready to pull it out her gun and shoot if needed. She sighed in relief when she saw it was just a bunch of teenagers. Judging from the way they wobbled, Ashley was sure they were either drunk or high.
The brunette's life use to be that simple. Just a normal teenager who went out with her friends and partied on weekends. No worries. No cares.
All that changed for her in one night.
She'd been rounding the corner to her house, making her way home from a party when she stopped dead in her tracks. All she saw were flashes of bright colours - police sirens, and police tape, and officers, and her head was spinning with the sudden exposure to all the uniformed people around her house. Run. That was the first thing that ran through her head. Run, run, run, run. And she wasn't sure if she was suppose to run away in the opposite direction or run to one of the men in black suits, but she didn't have time to decide before her legs moved on their own towards her too-large house. She'd always wondered why they needed a house that big for a family of four.
Her goal was the front door, which was wide open from who knows what, but in her mind, all was good if she made it inside her home to clear up this mess. Nothing was wrong, this had to be a mistake, they probably got the wrong house. She pushed past curious bystanders and shoved her way to the front right behind the police tape and just as she ducked under, an officer blocked her off.
"This is a closed scene. Please stay behind the tape."
Ashley stood shell-shocked, but quickly regained her bearings. "What the hell is going on?! You probably made a mistake Mister," she pointed an accusing finger, "so round up all these people and get the hell-"
Just that moment, body bags were carried out the front door - her front door, the safety net she never reached. It never seemed to end. One, two, three, then finally, the door shut.
"Are those- oh my god." She scurried away from the officer as fast as she could, hand over her mouth. She ended up on the street, dry heaving on the curb at the images of the zipped of bags. She stood upright when a second round of nausea hit her square in the stomach as she thought of what could be inside the-
"Reporting from the Davies mansion," a news reporter started, staring professionally into the camera lens. Ashley wiped her mouth as her ears tuned in. "Three bodies have just been recovered from the house. The deceased are identified as," she pulled out a piece of paper, "Raife Davies, and two females who will remain unidentified under the discretion of the federal government."
Ashley felt her heart drop into her stomach, her lungs collapsing with it as her brain pounded to revive her erratic organs.
"It's truly a proud moment in history as today is the day that justice has finally been served, and here we have an agent to further explain the situation."
Ashley's mind riled with confused thoughts, one contradicting the other.
A man in a suit and ear piece stepped into view. "This was a very extensive and intense investigation that lead up to this moment. We are relieved to inform you that the leader of the most dangerous mafia has been taken down. This man was responsible for many incriminating acts such as mass murder, terrorism, and assassinations. Although we cannot disclose to you which specific crimes he was responsible for, we assure you that it has already been taken care of. We've been tracking Raife Davies for several years now and have finally found his definite location in this area."
Her head was shaking side to side, denying every accusation the man was feeding the world. It wasn't true - it couldn't be. Her dad wasn't that. He wasn't the monster they created him out to be. He couldn't be. He was a music agent, not that.
".. there were no survivors in the house. Everyone that shared his blood was believed to share his values and it was predicted that his death would stir chaos within bloodlines. That is all and we will keep you updated."
Ashley ran as fast as her thoughts, away from the noise and away from the lies.
The weeks after the discovery, news broadcasts and warrants were out for the capture of Ashley Davies, the daughter of the mafia leader. The FBI explained to the public that she was as dangerous as her father and was following in her father's footsteps in order to avenge his death. The brunette was considered a national threat, someone who supposedly knew of her father's plans and secrets. And all they wanted was Ashley Davies - dead or alive.
Ashley was only 17. Now she was 23 years old, six years later, and she'd seen things that you'd hope to only see on TV. Much like her family, her innocence was gone, buried ten feet under.
Having enough of the scenery, Ashley picked herself up and walked back to the car. She quickly drove home and dead bolted her frail motel door. Her room was plain. The walls were a pale tan, and the only things in the room were a twin bed, table and TV. She found the simplicity comforting for some reason. Maybe because her own life was everything but simple.
The tired brunette walked over to her printer to look over the documents. She nodded in approval as she flipped through various things like health records, her new passport and driver's license. The paperwork looked as good as the real thing. Same paper, same seal, same everything.
She got to the end of the pile and stopped at the last document - her new birth certificate. The brunette took a breath and read the first line in her head.
Ashlyn Taylor.
Her new life was as an 18 year old high school student in a place known as Ohio.
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