Secrets We Keep

9

I stare in shock as Will has a gun placed right at my head. The cold metal to my warm face. "Will...?" I ask, my voice shaky. His eyes are shooting daggers at me. Does he know? Did he want to kill me after all? Was this his entire plan?

"What were you doing in my bunker?" Will asks, completely ignoring my question. His tone mixed with annoyance.

I visibly swallow. "I heard you and Rodriguez talking... and I didn't want you guys to see me so I hid, I didn't know this even existed. I didn't even know Malachi would be there!" I mutter quietly, too scared to speak any louder. His gaze burning through, I dare not move or I might get shot.

Will chuckles. "So you found Malachi. You really thought that you were special? That I would spare you and not spare him too– even if his survival wasn't exactly planned. But hey, if he died, I can guarantee that I would kill you too." He lifts his gun away from my head, placing it back into his jacket. "But you don't tell anyone anything. Your life is literally in my hands. You're on thin ice, Lorelei. I'm watching you."

He sighs and leaves. His entourage closely behind him. Unbelievable. I mutter to myself as I get out of the bunker. I look back at Malachi, who's slumped back on the beanbag looking up at me. "Aren't you gonna go?" He asks, adjusting his head so that he's facing me, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Uhm... yea. Do you want to come too? I mean it mustn't be fun living in this dark space forever now is it." I ask reluctantly. After all, he's still human. I can't let my history with him affect his survival. That's just low.

He grins at me and laughs. "Nah... I'll stay here. I mean this place isn't all that bad. I get fed, there's a shower and a TV. Basically living like a king!" He chuckles to himself but stops as a person creeps behind me– Manuel.

"Hey, Lorrie, Will is asking for you. He's not super happy so you should meet him soon." He warns as he offers a hand to me. I look back at Malachi with newfound sympathy and take Manuel's hand. "C'mon he did not sound happy when he asked me to fetch you."

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"So... you've found out about Malachi?" Will mutters, turning and twisting on his office chair. The tension in the room is uncomfortably thick. I don't even look at Will while he talks to me, I stare at Rodriguez, betrayal and sadness written all over my face. I can tell that she notices that because of her continuous "I'm sorry" that she mouths to me.

"It's not my fault you made it so obvious. I just don't understand why you shot him, and then spared him, do you want to make him suffer, or do you want me to suffer-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, Lorelei! ALWAYS. ALWAYS YOU MUST SAY SOMETHING. I TOLD YOU BEFORE. AND I'LL TELL YOU NOW. YOUR LIFE IS IN MY HANDS. MUST YOU ALWAYS, ALWAYS TALK?! YOU DON'T MATTER. I CAN SHOOT YOU RIGHT NOW IF I PLEASE." He yells at me, his spit splattering on my face. Disgust and shock is plastered on my face.

"Then do it." I say, moving closer to him, my breath hot on his face. "Shoot me, I'd rather be dead than be with you anyways-"

BANG!

Will fires a bullet way to close beside me. The dust and fumes lingering beside me. I visibly swallow as Will grins. "You better remember, you should be thankful that I've spared you, you ungrateful bitch. I hope you soon realize before your stupidity kills you. Now get out. NOW!"

I roll my eyes and angrily step out of his office, slamming the door aggressively as I make my way to the bedroom. Why does my life need to be this complicated? Why did I just choose to die? Death must be better than this, after all at least I'd rest in perfect peace with Maeve... my baby. Hot tears start rolling down my cheeks. I hate being vulnerable. It's something that I cannot do, however, this entire situation with Will, Erik and even Rodriguez, has helped me realize that I can only trust myself. And if being vulnerable helps that, so be it.