Secrets That Remain: The Untold [Book 1]

Chapter 4: Reconciliation and Nightmare

TRIGGER WARNING:
MENTION OF BLOOD

As Sara closes the door from outside, I saunter towards Alex.

"Let's talk! What is the problem?" I see him in the eyes and he swallows his anxiety down his dry throat.

"Nothing."

"Yes, like I will believe in your words? Just tell me the truth," I said to let him know that I am not here to play. He let out a loud sigh.

"I don't know, Mom. I just don't know."

"Oh honey, you know! You just don't want to tell me," I can see a light crimson flush on his face as my words brush past his earlobes. He looks down to avoid my glaring eyes but it wasn't really of any help. We stand there, in the same position for fifteen minutes; me glaring to the point of tears and him avoiding my gaze. 

"Do you want to stand all night here with me?" I finally question as I rub some comfort to my eyes. He shook his head, still looking down. Why in the hell is he so darn stubborn! Just when I felt like giving up, he started talking.

"You know, I love Sara, right?" But before I can answer his question, he continued, "I know, I am not the most perfect person in her life but I really try. I have always tried. I am not asking you or her to excuse my today's behavior but I never really did it out of an intention to hurt you or her. It's hard for me too. You know, I have always been a loner. You were always busy working two to three jobs daily to provide me with the best and in all honesty, I owe my life to you but still I was lonely, really very lonely. Sara filled that void in me. She added life back to my soul. I know, when it comes down to expressing my affection, I become a minimalist but that doesn't mean I don't feel any of those." Now I couldn't keep it in anymore. I moved forward to hug my boy, but what I see is even more surprising. He was chewing on his lower lip and his eyes welled up with tears. He is crying. The little boy in my memory, who would run around the streets to pick up nasty fights, is now actually crying. And what's weird is the fact, that I find this adorable.

"Darling, we know. We have always known. It's okay, come here," I said with open arms. To provide him with comfort and appease his wounds, I gave him the biggest hug, but as soon as I wrapped my arms around him, his body wrack with an onslaught of sobs and tears. "There! There!" I said while rubbing and patting his back while he let go of his emotional shackles. After a while, when I can feel his body coming back to normal, I moved out of our hug. "You okay, now?" I asked and he answered yes with a lovely, embarrassed blush on his face. I offered him a glass of water from my table and he accepted that with gratitude. We both sat down on my study couch.

"So, now tell me your reasons. Why you don't want Sara to go to this party?" This time, I questioned him with more compassion and with an unsaid promise to be more understanding. He looked up at my face and then turned his face down.