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It had been a while since Mark had lived in alphabet city, Roger, Mimi and Mark
had abandoned the loft shortly after Mark's second film had major success. He never
thought about the loft any more although he had missed it a lot before. Mark had to
support Roger and Mimi financially for a while but eventually they both got back on their
feet Mimi teaching dance and Roger a jingle writer. Mark knew Roger was not
completely happy in his new job but he knew it was best for his new baby at the time that
he took it up. Alita, Mark thought was completely in the dark about all their pasts. Mark
had always insisted that she would find out sooner or later but Mimi and Roger wanted to
keep it in the past. How would she find out anyway? What would make her suspicious?
The best answer they could come up with was that she wouldn't, it was impossible.
When Mark received the phone call from his niece (he had always been uncle
Mark to her) he was pissed. Great he had to deal with the result of his friend's silence to
there daughter. Of course Mark wasn't mad at anyone he was just mad at the ignorance
they all had towards Alita's obliviousness. He knew it was a matter of time before she
found out. How would they cover up her parents untimely deaths, they had been lucky so
far.
"Mark" Alita cried into the phone.
"Alita? Is that you? Whats wrong?" Mark asked frantically.
"What was your first film?" Alita asked through tears.
"You know that, it was the documentary on oil depleasion. I made you sit through
the entire thing two summers ago." Mark couldn't understand the randomness of the
question and hated the lie that was his answer.
"Liar" she screamed into the phone. Fuck Mark though to himself, how the hell
could she have possible found out. His first film wasn't even on his imdb page no one
knew about the film he made before he was famous.
"Listen Alita" he replied. "How did you find out?" She was sobbing into the
phone by now. "Alita calm down, you saw it didn't you?"
"Hells ya I saw it" Alita replied. Fuck Mark thought this was definitely not the
way they wanted her to find out and he never though he would be the one she would turn
to. Why not go directly to the source, but he did make the film so maybe he was the
source.
"How did you get your hands on it? Only 300 copies were made and that was
seventeen years ago." Mark asked.
"My teacher she found a copy and was showing it to our, world issues class."
Alita answered through her sobs.
Mark couldn't help but feel honoured but that feeling was quickly cut off as he
heard the sobs continue on the other side of the line. "Alita, calm down I'll be right their
give me twenty minutes, we can talk more then.
"Ok, call me when you get here." Alita answered.
"Ok, and Alita, don't worry you'll get your answers. Mark hung up his phone and
ran out of his apartment to his car. He still lived in the city but only a short drive away
from Alita's school. What was he going to say to her? How was he going to explain? Just
as he arrived at the school he dialled Alita's cell number. "Im here" he said into his
phone. Judging by her voice when she gave her reply she sounded better then before at
least. As she got into Mark's car her tears started again.
"Its all true?" she asked
"All of it" he replied.
"Mom worked in a strip club?"
"Yes" Mark replied.
"They got it by doing drugs?"
"Yes, they did although not at the same time" Mark replied. Mark said looking his
"niece" in the eyes. "How about we take you home, you can ask your parents for the full
story." Alita agreed and they drove to further into the suburbs to the Davis family home.
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Well this story took itself in a totally different direction then I thought it was going to. Reviews are my favourite, and I think this story is going to be a short one with just a chapter more or two.
Aranka
