In Plain Sight

13. Moment Of Truth

POV: Kelly

As we stood in the middle of my living room staring at each other, I knew that the fateful day had arrived.

My truth was suddenly on full display for Sam to see. To say my world caved in would be putting it mildly.

The way he was looking at me was unmistakable. I could read the betrayal; anger and quite possibly disgust written on his face.
My heart broke in that second but it was not the time to plough through emotions. We had to get out of here immediately.

"Sam we have to go." I said as I wiped the gun I was holding and put it on the floor. 

I searched the 3 men laying on my floor but I couldn't find anything useful, just a picture of me and Sam. I shoved it in my jeans pocket and took a photo of all 3 men using my phone. I sent the photos to Sheila. Hopefully she can find out who sent them.
I also sent a text to her for clean-up. I need to leave the house so they can work. Also it's better we don't cross paths.

Sam stood frozen looking at me with a confused look. I walked to him and when I went put my hands on his shoulders he jerked away from me and that hurt my feelings a bit...okay a lot. There's no time for hurt feelings though, we need to leave.

"We have to go Sam. You can't just..."

"What the fuck is going on Kelly?" He finally asked calmly, maybe too calm for my liking but right now calm is better than a screaming match.

"We can talk on the way and I'll explain. Right now we need to leave." I looked at him pleading.

"No. You need to explain all this right now." He shook his head.

"Sam, I will but right now we have to go. What if more of them are on the way? We can talk once we're not here. Let's go!" I shouted a bit feeling my frustration with him boiling over.
Finally he moved and followed me outside. 

"Give me the car keys." I said and I was relieved when he gave them to me without a fuss, maybe it was the shock. We got in his car and I started driving.

After about 5 minutes of silence, I was starting to feel the awkwardness settling in like a thick cloud of smoke. I could feel Sam looking at me and I did everything in my power to avoid looking at him, so I just focused on driving.

"Start talking." He finally spoke.

"What do you want to know?" I asked him. A part of me is trying to avoid this conversation even though I know it won't work.

"Everything." He said, getting a little impatient

"That's a lot. How about we start with a question?"

"Who were those men?"

"I don't know. I have never seen them before."

He scoffs. "What were they looking for?"

"Well, one of them posed as if he needed help saying his car broke down. He asked to charge his phone or borrow mine to make a call. Before I knew it the other two burst in and...well I think we know how that ended."

Sam remained quiet and I know he is using his interrogation tactics on me. Whatever, let me grant him his way. I know he feels owed some answers from me and the last couple of months my secrets have been weighing heavy on me. The more our relationship evolved, the more nervous and guilty I felt about hiding my past from him. We were growing closer but I still kept a tight lid on who I was.

I was hoping, however, that this day was still far-away but who am I kidding, it's been a ticking time bomb since the day I found out he was an FBI agent and I said yes to going on a date with him.