Insensate.

38. The Secret Brother.

By the time we made it back to the room, my eyes were puffy and red, and my nose was stuffed.

Sebastian kissed the tip of my nose, I squeezed his warm hand.

Harry prepared some tools he was going to use. But first, I needed to know what we had planned for today. "Alright, what did you all plan for today?"

Harry glanced at José as he spoke, he clearly couldn't keep his eyes away from my brother. "I need to make some tests on Marie's body, that's the proof we need."

Micheal spoke up too after Harry informed me on our plan. "And then we just need to write a letter, exposing every lie, and every thing they have hidden about this case."

José nodded, he worriedly stared at me, "You think you can do this? Remember, you only need to resurrect her body."

I hummed, noticing that Sebastian did not flinch as we spoke about her. "I can do that.."

I looked at Sebastian, he nodded at me as a way to say that he was sure of this plan. We were nearly at the end. I presume we were, strange how time seems to be going really fast.

∞

Sebastian waited for José and I back in the Hospital, along with Harry, and Micheal.

Our walk wasn't as silent as I expected for it to be. José asked questions about what exactly Mother and father had me do in my room. I gladly explained to him, while also telling him about Sir Bannarasee's relationship with me.

"It must have been.. Lonely." He thought.

I laughed. "Of course it was. But there was nothing I could do, after a lot of convincing, I managed to move out and I'm happy I made that decision."

We stand in front of Marie's grave. José doesn't look at me, afraid of my reaction when he agrees. "I am too. Look at you, look at us, how far we've come. How far you've come. Are you ready?"

He finally looks at me. The corners of my lips perk up, "I am."

Placing a hand on the Marie's tombstone, my only intention is to send energy. I feel the same warmth, and I know that I am doing something right. Cracks form, old dust carried in the air, forcing a cough out of me. I squinted my eyes as the cracks intensified. The ground started to part and I had no choice but to move. As the ground parted, a coffin was revealed. It looked dusty, dirty, and old.

José opened the coffin, and disgusted, I looked away. There were a lot of bugs in the coffin eating away at her body. Her hair was matted and dirty. Her skin dull and yet so bright. She had little to no fat on her body, her face hollow and sharp like a skeleton. Her clothes were decomposed, maggots and worms slithered on her. Her eyes were still open, she must've died with her eyes opened.

A gasp emerged from behind us. It was all in slow motion— My eyes widened as did José's. I turned around, Lila stood before me. She held a cup of coffee, and a bag full of fruits.

The bag landed on the floor, her expression was horrifying. She stammered, struggling to form the words. "..H.. You.. Joseph.. Ho.."

She fainted.

∞

An entire hour had gone by after our stressful situation. José and I contemplated on how we would get both Marie and Lila in the house.

Eventually, I was forced to carry Marie, her body STINKED, so you can really imagine my anger towards José.

Lila laid on the fireplace's couch, Marie, in the spare rooms bathroom. There was no way I would let her bathe in MY bathtub, considering the fact that her body was... Ew.

Anyways, I cleaned her body after putting on a mask and hand gloves. This wasn't my job, this was Harry's job or Micheal's atleast. Grumbling under my breath, I gazed at Marie. She was so Gorgeous, her curls were tight around her, despite her dull eyes that were still open, I could imagine her hazel eyes crinkling as she smiled at Sebastian. My stomach churned,

She really did love Sebastian a lot. Although, that did not justify her actions. Realization hit me, and I dropped the lofa I used to scrub her body. The baby girl!

I placed a hand against her stomach. I felt a presence, energy, but there was no heartbeat. I wondered how Sebastian would feel.. But I could imagine how.

∞

Lila woke up, mumbling things under her breath as she looked around. "...It can't be.." She stood up, but as she made eye contact with Jose, she staggered slightly and fell back down on the couch.

"..You.. Joseph.. I.." I shushed her, sitting next to her, my gloves were long disposed but I made sure to wash my hands thoroughly. I made some tea for her that was in my grasp, bringing it to her hands, she stared at it suspiciously. "Please, drink. I'll tell you more,"

José's gaze snapped back to me, making me correct myself. "Enough— I'll tell you enough." He visibly relaxed.

She drank slowly. She patiently set the cup down, staring down at her hands. She refused to have any contact with me, and it wasn't like I could force her. I hesitantly started to speak, "..I only ever introduced myself as Joseph. Would you like to know my full name?"

Her eyes darted between José and I. Things were starting to connect in her minds, and yet she beckoned me to explain even further. "That Man is José Guerrero Howell."

She muttered something under her breath, staring at José with awe. "..I can't believe.." The Guerrero's and the Howell's are.. You could say, famous. Their faces were all over the Newspapers, all except for mine, so it's not surprising that she doesn't know who I am, or that I'm related to José, who almost looks nothing like me. 

With his black loose curly hair, and my brown wavy hair. His dark green eyes, and my light green eyes. I had a mole on the right side of my upper lip, he had no moles. My skin was tan, and his was lighter. My eyes were down turned, giving me a tired dolly look, and his eyes were sharp. The only thing we had in common was our straight nose.

So, it wasn't a big deal that she didn't catch on to the fact that we were siblings.

"I am Joseph Guerrero Howell, and that Man is my brother."