Don't Forget About Me

Chapter 12

While driving back I notice that he is not going the way that we came from. I keep looking towards him but he is firmly watching the road. “Are you taking me back to my apartment? I have school in the morning.” He keeps his eyes trained on the road but does respond. “No, I am taking you to my house so that we can talk without interruptions.” I slowly turn my head towards him wondering what is going on inside that head because I cannot read him the way that he can me. Trying to think of what questions to ask him first I come up with too many. We have been talking all day but I still feel I don't know the core of who Osvaldo Riggs is. 

As we start to turn onto another long driveway I notice that this one leads to a much bigger and more modern home. There is no gate that is protecting this one so this must not mean as much as his mothers home. We pull up to the front and go to get out. I get out before he rounds on the door and I can tell that this irritates him. He makes a sound before turning towards the main door. When he opens it he lets me walk in first and it's like nothing I have ever seen. There are vaulted  ceilings and it has this classic look to it. “This is your house?” As I turn towards him he looks at me and puts his hands in his pockets. “Yes, it was a gift.” He's being really short and I can't figure out how this is going to go. 

“It's time for some truths.” He said as he grabbed my hand and led me down a hall. I keep looking around and try to take everything in the best that I can. From the wood floors to the bare walls. It doesn't seem like anyone lives here because it seems so lonely. We enter the Kitchen and he finally lets go of my hand and points to a chair. I move over and sit and watch him go over to the fridge. He takes out some things and all I can do is just watch. He goes over to the stove and turns it on and puts two pots on top. “What are we doing Os, Your kind of scaring me.” I saw his shoulders fall a little bit as if he was defeated. He put his hand through his hair and turned around. As he put his arms across his chest he finally met my gaze. 

“I want to be honest with you but I know that my honesty will make me lose you. But you deserve to know the truth.” He turned around again and started to stir something. Whatever he was making smelled great but I am terrified by what he means by telling me the truth. “What do you want to tell me? Os just get on with it already.” I knew that I sounded a lot more pushy than I should have but this is beginning to be too much. He turns the stove off and grabs two plates in a cabinet that's near him. After another few minutes he brings over two plates of pasta that smell fantastic. He puts a plate in front of me and one in front of his seat. I look down at it and back up to him because I'm so confused right now.

“So you talk about wanting to tell me the truth about something but than you make me dinner? What game are you playing?” I study him for a second as he goes to grab us something to drink. “We both need to eat and I said that I was going to make you dinner. It's nothing fancy but it will do the job and I do want to tell you things, let's just eat first.” I look at him, even though I am hungry I dont want to eat. “Let's talk first because I am not eating until after.” He looked over at me and seemed rather irritated. 

“Eat now and I will answer any question you have for me about what I am going to tell you and trust me Kelsey, you will have a lot of questions.” He went and took a fork full of his pasta while I just sat there. Finally deciding that I did need to eat I grabbed my fork and put some of the pasta in my mouth. “Os this is delicious, how did you make something so good so fast?” I asked without even thinking. “I'm glad that you like it and I would love to share more about that but not tonight.” 

After we finished our food Os took our plates and put them in the dishwasher. When he came back to me he reached out for my hand and I just looked at it and went back to him. “Come with me please.” Second guessing myself I reached out and grabbed his hand and let him lead the way. We walked back down the hallway that we came before and went through another doorway and into what looked like a sitting room. Once we entered he let go of my hand and gestured to the chase that was on one side of the room. I sat down and saw him go over to the chair that was on the opposite side of the room. 

“What do you remember about that night your mom died, Kelsey?” I froze and looked him in his eyes because what was the point of that question. “Why are you asking about my mother and that night? What is this Os?” I went to go stand but he was already up and towards me. “I was there that night and I know everything that happened but you need to know that I had no control over any of it.” I looked up at him with wide eyes not knowing how to react. Was he saying he knows what happened to my mom and Jacob? How would he know any of that? None of this makes sense. Shaking my head I move back away from him and just stare. 

“Why would you know anything about that night and why are you just now telling this?” He tried to walk towards me but I put up my hand to stop him because I needed him to stay away. I can feel myself breathing faster. I start to feel the room spin so I go to sit down and try to relax a bit. “How old are you? Do you even go to college?” It feels silly asking him his age now seeing as how I already slept with the guy, that should have been one of the first questions I guess. “I am 25 and I graduated a while ago.” All I could do is stare because what the fuck. “So why were you at the college the day I met you?” “I was there to see you.” I laugh a little, Great I have a stalker and I slept with him. I put my hands on my face trying to keep my cool and keep breathing slowly. 

“How long have you been watching me?” He went back to the chair that he was in before and sighed. “I have been keeping an eye on you for the last five years. Ever since that night.” He really wasn't lying when he said he was going to tell me all of the truth. “Ok, so tell me what do you know about the night my mom died?” He looked at me again and took a deep breath in. 

“First I need to know what you remember about that night, every detail.” Now I'm getting pissed. I go to stand and point at him. “What gives you the right to demand things from me when you're the one with the secrets?” He put his head down and rubbed his fingers through his hair. “Please just tell me and I promise I will tell you everything.” Fuck it fine. “I remember my mom fighting with Jacob and then him coming after me and throwing me down on the floor. I remember my mom screaming and there was a loud bang. Everything else is gone. I pretty much blacked out and woke up in the hospital and found out my mom was dead and Jacob was gone. The cops said that Jacob killed my mom and took off. That's all that I know.” 

I felt a slight tear come to my eye as I have some of the memories come back. The look on my mom's face on how terrified she was, I shake it off and wipe off the tears. I look up at Os and he seems torn apart about what I just said but then clears his throat. “My father is responsible for your mothers death.”