Don't Lie to Me

Chapter 7

~Mikhail~

I don’t know what I should have done. Elle obviously didn’t want to tell her mom about the message this morning, and she didn’t want me to tell, but I couldn’t just keep that from her. Could I?

I nodded along to Rachel’s chatter, half listening to what she was saying. I didn’t want Elle to get mad at me, but was it really my place to keep this a secret? After all, the message had been for Rachel. I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was that I was going to have to talk to Elle about this before I did anything.

I excused myself from the table, grabbing the plates and taking them to the sink. I started washing the dishes, knowing full well that I shouldn’t leave them for Rachel. Rachel came up beside me, shaking her head.

“You know, you don’t have to be our housemaid.”

I smiled, but didn’t allow her to take the dishes away. She sighed, giving in, but put herself to work placing the rinsed dishes in the washing machine.

“So tell me more about yourself. We haven’t heard a lot.”

I stayed silent. I was planning to keep it that way. I hadn’t planned on saying much. Words could do so much, I wanted to limit what I would have to say. I shrugged, settling for the silent nonchalance.

Rachel glanced at me. I could tell she didn’t believe me. She knew there was more to me than just a normal teenage boy. But she didn’t push farther. I sighed silently in relief, glad I was off the hook. I don’t know what I would say, how I would explain my flight through homes.

We continued washing the dishes in silence. It was calm. Neither of us felt the need to say anything, so we stayed this way. After the last dish had been cleared and stuck in the dishwasher, Rachel forced out a sigh of relief.

“Well, guess that means I get to retire early. I hope you have a good night. You can go check up on Elle if you want.”

I nodded, waving her goodnight.

I headed towards the narrow stairs leading up to Elle’s cosy room. I pushed open the door, revealing a dark room.

“Elle?”

Silence.

Where was she?

~Elle~

He waved his hand, becconning me to come towards him. I walked forward slowly, my feet moving by themselves. What was I doing? I was walking towards a stranger willingly. But I couldn’t stop.

I reached the window, my eyes peeled to the face right outside the other end. We looked at each other like this for what seemed like hours. Then a smile splayed across his face, casting shadows over his features.

“Open the window.”

He hadn’t said it. His lips hadn’t moved. It sounded like the voice was coming from right next to me. I looked over my shoulder, startled. No one was there. I looked back at his face. He was still smiling, as if he was waiting for me.

My hands slowly reached towards the window sill, curiosity taking over me, blocking out my rational thoughts.

I pushed the window up until there was nothing between us but air. I held my breath, waiting.

“Hello Elle. We meet at last.”

~

I had left without a sound. Jon said we couldn’t stay here without attracting attention. He said he knew of a safe place we could talk. I didn’t question it, not even stopping to think of my mother. I needed to get answers. Now.

We had drove in his car for half an hour, rain splattering the window shield, blurring the street lights. I felt so cold. I wrapped my arms around me, trying to regain some of my warmth. Jon looked over at me and then reached behind him, grabbing a dark jacket. He placed it over my shoulders. I took it without questioning. I needed warmth.

We stopped a few minutes later in front of an old bar. I raised my eyebrows at Jon.

“What? It’s safe.”

I shrugged, giving in. He probably knew better than I did.

I got out of the car, slamming the door shut and running for shelter. The rain pierced my arms like sharp pelts. I pushed open the door, a cloud of steam greeting me.

I glanced around, taking in the half empty room. Jon came in beside me, walking towards a table in the corner. I followed him, taking a seat across from him.

A waiter came up, and I ordered anything hot. I was still cold, even in this steamy room. Jon muttered something I didn’t catch and the waiter nodded and turned away. I watched her leave, listening to the soft murmurings of the people around us.

I turned back to Jon, turning to find his eyes on me.

“Who am I?”

He nodded, settling into his seat, prepared for a long talk.

“You are one of the chosen few gifted with a special ability.”

I snorted sarcastically.

“Chosen few? Your making this sound like some sort of corny movie.”

He sat there looking at me, clearly not finding that funny.

I cleared my throat and tried to grow serious.

“Umm..go on.”

He looked at me for another moment, then continued talking, never taking his gaze off of me.

“There are more people like you, but not one of them has the same gift. They are all in the mind however. There are no gifts that are physical.”

He paused for a second, contemplating something.

“You have already met another one.”

I frowned, not understanding what he was saying.

“Mikhail. Mikhail is like you.”

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Hey guys!

  So kind of expanding the plot there a bit. Kind of surprised me myself. Also learning more about Mikhail. Although he doesn't know he's "special" either, but now u do. and elle i guess.

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