Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 18 - We won't get caught, Zarah!

The morning I wake up I was relaxed and after a long time - had enaugh sleep, but the reality pulled me back and the other me returned. I could never be happy again. Not without my mother. Not without my brother and father.

I took a hot shower and put on my old clothes. They were fresh and right out of the washing machine. I inhaled the strong fresh scent. It felt good, but not good enaugh to take my mind off of unwanted things.

I went downstairs where Emily and Michael were having breakfast. I hoped that Michael hadn't told her about me. When she returned back to her breakfast after throwing me a small glance and a good morning, I felt relieved. She knew nothing.

Michael was sitting on the edge of the chair and suported his elbows on the table. When he saw me he nearly fell down from the chair. I took a seat next to him before making myself toast and apple juice.

I glanced at him and noticed that he was trying not to look me in the eyes. After Emily left the room the silence between us remained and it was getting kind of awkward.

"Look, I really shouldn't have told you what I said yesterday, it was..."

"Don't apologize. I asked you to tell me and you did... thanks for relaying on me. I really wish you could let me help you! I don't know what I would do, but my help would be better than nothing." He gave me a smile which didn't reach his eyes. We went over this yesterday, he knew why I did,what I did. I didn't answer him.

The room grew silent - again. Honestly, I didn't know what to say. It wasn't like he was some kind of superhero who could save the day. I didn't expect him to do anything. I just expected him to listen and give me a shoulder to cry on when I needed it.

I didn't know why I was so relieved that there was someone besides me who knew what was going on. It more seemed like he was pushed in this mess against his own will when I told him, what I told. I didn't want him to get hurt because of me.

He sat up from the chair and looked at me.

"Come!" He motioned me to sit up and follow him.

We walked into Michaels room. I didn't know why he was actong so secretive. It almost seemed like he knew something that I didn't.

He closed his bedroom door quietly and faced me.

"Look... I was up all last night thinking about what you said..."

"I shouldn't have said that." I whispered to myself.

"Did you remember the building which you followed the man to?"

"I don't know. Maybe if I tried to go there again I would remember the way... what are you going to do break in or something?" I asked him.

"That's exactly what we are going to do...but first we are going to have to get in there and that may be harder than in the movies..."

My mouth fell right open.

"We are so not breaking in there! If we get caught it means the both of our heads off. And, trust me, you don't want that!"

"We won't get caught, Zarah!" He pushed the conversation further.

"How do you know that? I shouldn't be even talking to you about this. You know what? Just forget everything I told you earlier! Live your life and I'll live mine - the way it is supposed to be! I'm not breaking into some strange building to get caught again!"

"We have to. What other choice we have?" Michael asked.

"I am in this mess. My family is in that building. I have no other choice. There is no 'we'. I refuse to get you in this mess... There is too much people into this already!"