You can move away from your problems, but your problems will still be your problems. Bryce and Michelle try to pick up the pieces of their lives after getting married and being in a near fatal plane crash. Taylor begins his quest to move on from his...
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ROMEO
We BOTH knew that this day would come. You try to push it out of your mind or erase it from your memory, but it is still there. Nightmares. Visions. Private thoughts that make you pause. Our memories are selective. When a traumatic event happens sometimes your brain will push it into the back corner where it will stay until someone or something triggers or sets off the alarm. It's been seven years and now it has to finally come out. The truth has to be told. Bryce and I have agreed that now is the time. So, here we all sit in the living room of the home that I share with Aarik. Bryce, myself, Aarik and Michelle. Bryce and I are leaving town headed for Charlotte, North Carolina; but we don't want our significant others to worry. That is like telling a child not to touch the hot stove. Bryce seems so stand-offish from Michelle since last night at the bar. I will have to check him on that later. The task at hand is upon us.
Aarik has been asking me questions all night long since I got that phone call from my mother Selita. The phone call that revealed the key in the secret I thought was dead and buried literally. I called Bryce and told him to be at my house at 9AM sharp. We were going to be leaving in about two hours to go home where it all began. Aarik sat in my lap in the recliner, while Bryce and Michelle sat on opposite ends of the couch. I sighed, as Aarik rubbed the back of my head.
"So, I called this meeting to explain to Michelle and Aarik about what is going on," I started. "I am sure you both have lots of questions and I assure you that Bryce and I will try to answer as many as possible...within the time frame that we have."
"I just wanna know why you and my husband have to go to Charlotte this morning and possibly be there for a few days or more?"
"Mickey, you remember Romeo's father," Bryce asked. She looked from me to him. "I think you met him once or twice."
"Once," she shuddered, as she looked back at me. "And, I am sorry, Romeo; but your dad gave me the creeps."
"You aren't the only one, Michelle. My dad WAS a creep, in every sense of the word," I said to her, as she stared at me. Bryce slowly slid down on the couch towards her. He took her hand into his and held it, rubbing her knuckles at the same time. "Aarik, Michelle; my father was murdered as you both already know. What you DON'T know is..."
"I murdered him," Bryce finished the sentence, as he and I stared at each other. "I was the one who fired the fatal shot killing Romeo's father all those years ago."
Michelle gasped, "No, you're not. You can't be. Selita, Romeo's mother told the police that you and Romeo tried to save her from Evander's wrath. As he beat the two of you up, she grabbed the gun that had apparently been knocked out of his hand and shot him two times. Once in the stomach and then the other one in his chest."
"I know what my mother TOLD the police, Michelle. I was there. She lied. She was lying. Everything that she said happened that night was a lie," I explained, as Aarik remained quiet. "Baby, why aren't you saying something?"
