Unforeseen Truth

Chapter 2

Happy Christmas!

"How are your bruises?" she asked as she entered my room, holding the tray. She shut and locked the door. "I brought your lunch," she says as she walks around my room, placing the tray on the table.

Despite my surprise at what she did, I just stared at her.

She examined everything she came across. "I like how dark your room is."

"What are you doing here?"

She took a deep breath and gave me a serious look. "I'd like you to help my son."

She's not requesting, but rather commanding me, which is unusual for her. She never asked for my assistance and, more importantly, she never gave me orders.

"Stone?" To be certain, I inquired with a question.

"Indeed."

***

"This is your first task together; if you fail, your father will torture you, Trubel."

At times like this, all the more so when he's here, when he gets things wrong, I'm the one who takes responsibility for his punishment. And I despised it until I grew familiar and comfortable with it, accepting that it was my responsibility as his sister.

***

"Be vigilant, Stone. I’ll take care of it, go get the information." As he nodded coldly at me, I reminded him, "No se permiten cadáveres para esta tarea."

"No eres divertida, Truvianne."

I disposed of the mistake he made, leaving no traces. Doing this thing would not lessen my punishment, but my guilt does.

Gladly, before Stone took an action to kill him, I stopped him, resulting in making the victim unconscious.

As I entered a dark place, blood scents spread in the place. I heard a man’s struggling breath, fighting for his life. Without a noise, I took a step closer to him until I heard him talking. I immediately shifted into a defensive stance.

"D-Don’t let...my wife see m-me."

Fuck, Stone. He never listened.

***

I bite my tongue quietly; he always needs my help in any way, even if it costs my life. That's how it used to be.

I observe her expression, attempting to decipher her emotions. "Why are you doing this?" I inquired directly.

She took a moment as she approached me slowly and sat down next to me.

"I know what you're thinking, hija."

"What made you decide to stick by him?" I said as I stared at her, waiting for her to speak again.

"I can't take the chance that you gave to me before."

"He is cruel," I remarked sternly.

"I know," she says, smiling and taking my hand in hers. "However, as you know, you don't know him very well."

"Everyone, including me, thought I was his only child." I said, causing her to be speechless.

I quickly removed her hand from mine. Thinking about it makes me feel disgusted, which is something I despise about her.

"He did it on purpose, so your brother would be safe from then on."

"How about me?" Tita Jreauah tries to speak, but her mouth closes and she looks away. "I'm his daughter as well, Tita."