Our Secret

Chapter 73: "I had nowhere else to go"

Adrianna POV

Stress in this house has been making it intense.

Mom has been cooped up in her office, getting her affairs in order before we leave for Russia

Dad has been right beside her making sure I'm alright. Elliot has been right with Dad of course, by his side, taking care of him.

Me on the other hand... well I've been screaming into my pillow at every chance I get. Stressing out more than need in fear of Shawn having a moment of weakness and telling Elliot that we've visited Artemis and if he does that— well I think we know the consequence

I don't know what I'd get in trouble for more, taking Shawn out of the cell or visiting Artemis

"Biscuit?" The low voice, almost makes me jump out of my skin

"Dad" I answer, sitting up from the bed and fluffing up the pillow that I was about to scream into

"Did you say goodbye to any of your friends?" He asks. There is a look of uncertainty as if he is slowly changing his mind about Russia. He might be coming to realize that this plan of moms is stupid

"Why would I?" I mutter, looking at him. And it's not just a gaze or a holding of eye contact, I'm looking at him... my father. After these last few days, I couldn't bother to look at him but now I sit here doing it. I finally see how exhausted he looks

"Adrianna—"

"I know I'm going, Dad. I just don't want to say goodbye, I'm coming back" he nods, fidgeting with his wedding ring

Mom and he must be going through a rough patch. Again

"Are you hungry?"

"Can I tell you something?" We both ask at the same time

"Ask me whatever biscuit" he mumbles, taking a seat next to me. He places his hand on top of mine

"If you found out someone close to you was the mole, what would you do?"

He looks taken aback, nonetheless, he answers, after composing himself "Nothing"

"What?" I exclaim, pulling my hand from his "Nothing?! You wouldn't do anything?"

"I know it's Elliot, biscuit. That's why I wouldn't do anything"

I scoff. He should do something because it's Elliot. The man who helped raise us, the man who was the best man at his wedding. The very guy who sits at our dinner table with us and eats our food

He should be enraged because his best friend is the one that betrayed us

"Dad—" I look at him, my eyes roaming around his, trying to find any possibility that he is playing an awful joke but his eyes soften. The answer is clear... he knew for a long time and isn't going to do anything about it

"Adrianna" He calls out, grabbing my hand

"No! This— I can't—" My thoughts are all over the place. I can't even get out what I'm trying to say

The only thing I know— the only clear thing throw this mind fog is that my family.. my parents aren't who I believed them to be and I need to leave. I have no idea where yet all I know is I cannot be here around them

I slide off the bed, ripping my hand out of his and grabbing my phone "Adrianna" he calls out.

My head is spinning and as I pull open my bedroom door the spinning stops and I lay eyes on the person who is the reason I feel like this-- the person I've grown to loathe. Elliot