Her Secrets

59

As we sat on the plane across each other, Sean's eyes were fixed on me. He was waiting for me to speak, to spill what I was hiding.

So many things could go wrong if I told him that. He could hate me. He could see me differently. He could lose his trust in me— did he even trust me? Why was I being so freaking weird?

After taking a deep breath, I finally spoke up after around ten minutes of silence, "I really don't wanna tell you."

"So it's something bad," he muttered, "and it probably involves Thea, does it not?" I allowed a frown to tug at my lips, "what gave you that idea?"

"Well when I first found out that you're Alessio's sister, I figured that you were the one who came to meet him on Thea's funeral." He began making me straighten up as he continued, "so I began to dig a little about your life. I found nothing and I was not surprised, you know? I knew Alessio had something to do with that. But since the guy's my best friend and he trusts me and all that, for him to give me access to those informations was not hard. I only told him that I wanted to get to know you more."

"So what? You're stalking—" He cut me off, "—let me finish. As I was saying, once I found out those necessary stuff about you— I also found out that you came to America one week before Thea's death and yet you decided to show up on her funeral." I held my breath as he asked his next question, "why?"

"A few days before her death, Luigi escaped." He said, his eyes fixed intently on me while I tried hard to keep a neutral expression, "and that's when you came." He grabbed the glass of wine he poured earlier, "and while I did consider the fact that maybe it was just a coincidence, it wasn't, was it?"

He was calm— too calm. Should I be worried? Because I definitely was.

"No," He resumed, taking a sip of his drink before placing it back on the table, "I thought that maybe you helped Luigi escape but that didn't make sense to me. So why did you not show yourself earlier but only on a particular day? It occured to me that you knew of what Luigi was planning but how?"

Damn.

I opened my mouth, ready to speak but he quickly said, "look, I don't really care. Whatever— I said nothing to Alessio." His eyes were pleading as he looked at me, "but please tell me that you had nothing to do with Thea's death."

"I had nothing to do with her death," I spoke truthfully and he visibly relaxed at my words, nodding more to himself than I. "That's good. Then what the hell did you do?"

"How do you know I did something?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I watched the footage that day— when Thea died. The others were too heartbroken or some shit like that to watch so I took it upon myself. Thea was a high trained assassin— she was always on guard. When Luigi let her go... Her first instinct was to run to Alessio— that's kinda pathetic. She wouldn't have done that. No, she would have turned around and disarm Luigi first."

"But that's not what she did."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." He rolled his eyes, leaning comfortably in his seat, "so I watched that video over and over again until I realised that no, she wouldn't have done that. No assassins would have. I didn't say anything to anyone because I was not sure. I didn't want to give anyone fake hope. And then a few months later, you showed up."

"What do I have to do with this?"

"Nothing until yesterday," he replied simply making me narrow my eyes, "what do you mean?"

"When that Brent guy said you killed Matteo's daughter, it was like something just... clicked." He responded, eyeing me all while he was doing so, "I dug up a little last night and found out that his daughter died on the exact same day Thea supposedly did. And that left me more confused but curious than ever. I have so many questions but you know, you're the only one who can answer those so start talking before I hand you over that parachute we were talking about."

"Asshole," I mumbled under my breath, "you weren't kidding about that?"

"I guess we'll just have to see."

"Whatever." Why did he have to be so god damn smart? "Everything I'm gonna say is staying between us until I say so. Got it?"

He shot me a cheshire cat grin, nodding his head with a victorious glint in his grey eyes, "yeah, okay. Whatever you want. Just shoot."

"Especially not Alessio," I added, giving him a cautious look as I knew of these two's relationship. Their friendship was great— no denying that.

He bit his lip, I could tell he was going over my words in that head of his. He had a hesitant look in his eyes making me narrow mine, "yes?"

"Fine." He finally gave in, "I suppose I can hide a second thing from him. I mean, I'm already hiding one so what's one more, right?"

"Right," I repeated, leaning in the seat as I went over what I was gonna say again. Should I tell him the truth or feed him some lies?— although I highly doubt he was going to believe it. I could find something believable through. It wasn't that hard to find.

But maybe I should just tell him the truth. Because I've had enough bearing the weight of that shit. I just need someone to share it with. Maybe he could... I don't know, help?