The Fake Identity
Sally Smith lived alone in a small house in a tiny, suburban town. She worked as a secretary for a the only lawyer in the town. Sally lived a quiet life. She had many acquaintances, but no one really knew her, as she kept to herself.
It was a cool Wednesday night in March. Sally sat on her couch, sipping a glass of red wine, idly flipping through People Magazine. It was only 8:00 pm, but Sally was getting ready to go to bed. She sighed sadly as she put the magazine on the table. She sluggishly walked to sink and put her wine glass in, deciding to wash it tomorrow. As she turned to go up the stairs, she heard her doorbell ring.
"That's strange," she remarked softly to herself, walking towards the door.
"Who would be coming at this time?" Sally wondered, as she opened the door.
"Hello, who - " Sally gasped and slammed the door shut, immediately locking it with both locks.
She leaned against the wall, hand clutching her chest, breathing quickly and shaking her head.
"That's impossible! She can't have found me! I don't understand it! GO AWAY!" Sally finally shouted.
The doorbell rang multiple times, faster and more insistently.
"Alicia, open up the door! Please, it's important! It's about the thing!" The woman outside the door shouted.
Sally wrenched open the door.
"Not so loud! Come in, quickly!" She hissed.
The woman stepped in hurriedly and Sally locked the door again.
"Mariana, what is it?" Sally asked.
"Alicia, thank God I've found you."
"It's not Alicia anymore. It's Sally!"
"Alicia, fine...Sally. They've found you! You've got to run!" The other woman, Mariana, yelled.
"I don't understand! I changed my name! I left as soon as I could! It's been twenty years!" Sally shrieked hysterically.
"They're thorough! I've been running from them for years, and they almost found me multiple times! My sources told me that they bribed someone in the government to tell them your new name and address!"
"How do you know? How the hell do you know, Mariana?" Sally questioned.
"I'm your f*cking sister, Alicia! Of course I know! Ever since we saw the murder, the bastards have been after us! And they found me, and they're about to find you! You've got to get the hell out of here!"
"It's been twenty years! We were only teenagers! Surely they'd not - " Sally began.
"Alicia! How f*cking delusional are you! They're the motherf*cking Italian mob! We saw them kill our father! He owed them money! They're not going to stop until they kill us!"
"But I changed my name! I gave up my whole life! I've been hiding this whole time!" Sally protested angrily.
"We need to leave! Now!" Mariana ordered.
"Why should I listen to you? This is my house, this is my life now! I can't just go!" Sally screamed at her sister.
"You listen to me because I'm your older sister and it's my job to look out for you! I'm not about to let you die when I could save you! Now come on! I have two plane tickets to Brazil - don't look at me like that, it was the cheapest thing I could find! Throw some sh*t in a suitcase and let's go! I have a car right outside your door!"
"Okay," Sally nodded, and turned to run up the stairs.
Suddenly, she and Mariana stopped moving, hearing Italian accents right outside the house.
"Sh*t," whispered Mariana.
"We're screwed," Sally agreed in a terrified whisper.
Mariana pulled a pistol out of her coat pocket, while Sally raced to the closet and pulled out a gun.
"I'm not going down without a fight," Sally told Mariana, as they stood shoulder to shoulder as they heard the door being shoved.
"I love you, Alicia - sorry, Sally. You're the best sister in the world," Mariana said, voice trembling as she cocked her pistol.
"Love you too, sis. And it's Alicia," replied Sally Smith, otherwise known as Alicia, aiming her gun at the door.
The door suddenly smashed open and the full force of the Italian mob poured in.