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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

LYRA

Clyde's eyes continued to glance between the gun in my hand and my eyes. I raised an eyebrow when he continued to stand, but it didn't last long. He slowly sat down in front of the desk, clasping his hands together over it. 

The sight of him trying keep his composure was almost laughable. He was intimidated by me, just didn't want to show it. After all, he can only blame himself. Clyde made me this way. Especially after everything my mother told me it just clarifies it. 

All that talk about wanting to be a father to me or be my role model. He just wanted to turn me into a damn soldier. Brainwashing me so I wouldn't think he could do no wrong. I guess the rose-colored glasses should've been removed sooner than I thought.

I exhaled slowly, sitting back and holding my gun on my lap while I looked at him.

"What's this about, Lyra?" He asked slowly. 

"You. And your lies."

"What are you talking about? I've never lied to you."

The urge to shoot him in his face is high. 

"God, and you're still doing it!" I blurted, leaning my head back.

I ran my hands down my face, holding back a chuckle. 

"First, it was Isaac. So, I'm giving you the opportunity to tell me the truth, Clyde. All of it." 

My grip on the base of the gun tightened the longer he stayed silent. He stared at the corner of the desk, gnawing on his bottom lip. Was he seriously considering not telling me the truth at all?

It's pissing me off. 

It wasn't until I placed atop the desk that he snapped out of it and brought his eyes back up to meet mine. I raised an eyebrow, tapping the barrel of the gun against the wood and slipping my finger on the trigger. 

"Look..." he finally spoke, raising his hands slightly. "The only thing I've kept from you was Isaac. That's all." 

That does it.

I made my way in front of him, driving my foot into his chest. Clyde fell out of the chair with a grunt but didn't have time to recover before I pressed the soles of my boot on his chest. I clenched my jaw, aiming my gun right in the middle of his forehead. 

"Right now, I want to blow your brains out all over this floor. But now you have no choice but to be honest. That's the least you can do after all the bullshit you've put me through!" 

"I'm the only person who's been there for you, Lyra!"

"Oh my god, you really are delusional, aren't you?" I chuckled. 

I pulled him up by his collar with a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. 

"My mother told me everything, Clyde," I whispered, opening my eyes again to look at him. "Everything. So, right now, you're in no position to be lying to me." 

His body visibly tensed up. But just that quick, his expression faltered. Slipped even. It got darker. 

Clyde chuckled lowly then sighed, grabbing my wrist with a grip tight enough to break it. 

"Your mother never could keep her mouth shut," he muttered. 

In a flash, I was thrown out the door and toppled into a wall, the gun slipping from my hand. I scurried up, reaching for the gun but he was faster. He kicked it out of my reach then brought that same foot to my right side.