Irene had gone back to Les Hauts. Yeah, that was forbidden. But she didn't care, at all. Now, she was back to her old self, the one who was alone, lost and broken because her brother had left her. But now, she would have done everything in her power to clear his name.
She needed to go back to her room. The last place where he had talk to her before getting shoot. The way to her room was dangerous. The stairs were half destroyed, but she didn't care. Her mini-skirt was and its built in shorts were there to prevent her from being hampered in her movements.
Her ripped off shirt had kept Kyle's blood on it. It felt both uncomfortable and stimulating.
Arrived to the room, she sat. On her bed. The room had been cleared up. It was just one of the multiple bedrooms of the Hauts. But it was the only one where she had spent time with her brother. It was the only place where she had felt safe and a bit at home in the two past years.
Lost in her memories, her stare fell on a glimmer in the bulls-eye window. It was the reflection of... something under Pi's bed?
Irene bent over the bed. Pi's phone was there, under the bed. The room had not been consumed by the fire, so it was a good hidden place. No one would have come back here, because of the state of destruction of the staircase, the only access to the rooms.
Irene slowly opened the phone. It was a push-button telephone. The code was easy: it was Pi's young newborn sister birthday.
The phone was really old, so Irene wasn't accustomed to using it, but she managed to find the call log.
Irene scrolled down. She was trying to find the phone call she and Kyle had witnessed, next to the lake.
She couldn't manage to find its track. She must have erased it. That was really suspicious.
Irene lost another few minutes finding the erased calls. But still, she found them. All of the calls had been made to one number. And this number, she knew it.
It was her mother second phone. The one she used for working with Moldavit Company. No doubt. Pi was Claire's spy. She should have known. That was Claire's method. That had always been.
That's why Claire knew about the fact that Kyle was there even before she, Irene, had told her so.
The door opened. That was unexpected. Irene leaped to her feet. Pi appeared. She was looking exhausted, in her pink dress. Even her dress looked used. Its color had faded, and it was left shapeless.
If Irene hadn't found out that Pi was her mother spy, even if she didn't like her, she would have felt bad for her. But now, she couldn't even notice how tired her roommate was.
-Hi, Pi said, still in her smooth voice. Is that my phone that...
Irene slowly walked towards her. And she slapped her. With all her strength. Pi feel on the floor, her mouth bleeding. But luckily for her, Irene stopped when she saw her tears. There, she collapsed. She fell on the floor, next to Lippy, and shouted, with a voice where all of her sadness could be heard:
-I forbid you to cry when my brother is dying!!
-So is my little sister...
Her voice sounded natural for once. And it was broken. Irene looked at Pi, but differently. In another way.
-Sorry?
-She has a cancer. And...
She sounded more hesitant.
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Even Angels get hurt
Action"But then, what have you in common with the child of five whose photograph your mother keeps on the mantelpiece? Nothing, except that you happen to be the same person." George Orwell _________________________________________________________________...
