The Bet (Just The Way You Are)

The Bet *Hidden Truths

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Chapter 22 *Hidden Truths*

~Sophia

I can lie. Say I wrote: Handsome. I even saw that word on Drake’s paper. But will Andre believe me? Besides, he can lie either. Say something that’s obviously written on my paper. Even though he hasn’t seen it, he can say: Smart, because basically there are a lot of smart’s in my paper.

I’d rather not know what he wrote on my paper than tell Andre what I wrote on Draky’s paper.

Maybe he planned this conversation with Andre because it’s the same with his message a while ago. You shouldn’t let people know your weakness so that they can’t fool you.

“No deal,” I say to Andre firmly.

He looks disappointed but he doesn’t press the topic.

We continue to watch the movie in awkward silence. I don’t even really understand it because my mind is busy thinking different things.

“Andre,” I say.

“What?” he asks, turning to look at me.

“Um.” I don’t know how to say this without offending him but something in me is urging to ask this question for a long time now. Taking a deep breath, I ask, “How did your father die?”

He looks pointedly at the screen and is silent for a minute. I cringe inwardly because I might retrieve a painful memory in his mind. I have a hard time swallowing the lump in my throat. Maybe it’s not a good idea, me questioning him. Curiosity kills the cat is a very good example of this situation I am currently in.

“He died in a car accident,” he says softly.

“Car accident?” I ask dubiously. Like the one that killed Matt?

Andre still doesn’t look at me, but continues, “He was supposed to have a business meeting in another town but he was running late. He was driving too fast and his car collided with another car.” He pauses and drinks his coke. His hand trembles as he takes a sip. “He died, and one of the people in the other car died too. I don’t know what was wrong with him that day. He is, I mean, he was a good driver you know. That’s why it’s hard to process things.”

He’s still talking but I stop listening on the part where one of the people on the other car died.

Can it be? Car accident is so common, maybe it’s just a coincidence. But as far as I know, there’s no such thing as coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.

My mind is whirling with thoughts. Taking a huge breath, I ask him, “When did your father die?”

He looks at me warily and finally says, “May 26, 2007.”

I hear someone gasp, and then I realize after a second that the sound comes from me.

The accident that killed his father and my brother. This is not true. I shake my head to clear it from these haunting thoughts.

He’s lying. I know it! He’s a monster so he’s lying.

“Sophia,” he says in a gentle voice.

I close my eyes and pretend that he’s not here. I want to run away but my feet are locked in place.

“Don’t cry,” he murmurs.