Tomorrow

six- truth

I sit in front of Grayson, my mouth drops open when he says his name. The name I have never heard anyone else say till this moment.

I hold the ice pack on one spot on his neck, my arm locking in place. I stare into Graysons eyes looking for any sign of a mistake.

There is nothing.

I drop the ice pack and look away, creasing my eye brows together in concentration. My mouth is still slightly a gape, trying to put the pieces together.

I hear murmurs come closer and people enter the living room, I stand.

I don't want to be around people, I can't be around people. My head will explode with information.

"Arrow...?" Farrah squeaks.

I hear someone come close, but I back up. Looking up to find James, staring at me with concern.

I shake my head and push past everyone, jogging out the back door. I break down onto the cold porch, sitting on the steps that lead to a winter wonder land.

I shove my face into trembling hands, my whole body shaking. I wasn't cold, I was tingling with information running through my veins.

I contemplated everything I have found out about my dad over the past three days.

First, the fact he could be out of jail and was just a man who found out his wife was having an affair. He was probably hurt, sad, and angry all together. That most likely triggered something for him to take action. Why would my mom have an affair? Why would she tell the police? Why would she do that to her husband? Why would she hurt him as bad as she did?

I shake my head, raking my fingers through my hair. A heavy migraine was slowly taking place in my head.

Second, I find out he's part of some secret agency. He recruits teenage boys to make them tough. To teach them how to fight?

I don't understand, any of it. How could this happen?

I sit out there for a good hour probably. My trembling turns to shivering, but I don't want to go inside yet. I pull my knees to my chest and rest my forehead on them.

The door behind me opens, someone wraps a blanket around me and sits beside me. I gladly lift my head and wrap the blanket closer around me.

Ethan sits beside me, looking at me with a sweet smile. "Don't want my new friend to turn into an ice cube."

I chuckle, "Well, thank you."

Ethan wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side. "I hope Grayson doesn't take my arm off for this, but you need some comforting."

My heart warms at the kindness Ethan shows me. "I'll just poke the bruises on his neck till he says sorry," I tell Ethan.

He laughs, making me chuckle as well. He was warm, but he had a slightly different scented cologne than his brother.

"Did you do it too?" I ask him, wondering if he knew what I meant.

"I only did it for the weight training and to get some exercise. I didn't go as far as Grayson did," he replies.

"How far?" I question, knowing Ethan will give me answers.

"They fought a lot. Sometimes for fun, sometimes to actually harm each other. I never really figured out the true purpose of it all, never really asked. All I got was that Kyle and Grayson were tied for the best fighter in this organization."

"Is that why they hate each other?" I had to know.

Ethan nods slowly, "I believe so."

I rest my head on his shoulder, soaking in this information. I was grateful for him going slowly, allowing me to process the information.