Reconstruction

Discovery

Why do I keep running from the truth, all I ever think about is you. - David Archuleta - Crush

Wandering around the house was interesting. The house was large in comparison to any house I've ever lived in. The house was a relic of the one you'd see in Beauty and the Beast. A lot of hidden secrets here, one had to assume.

The vast staircases and the candelabras hanging from the wall drew my curiosity. I wasn't sure how Phil had afforded something this extravagant, especially him being in his early twenties at most. I figured I'd ask him about it later. It seemed corrigible that I ask him, as to strike a bit of conversation with him.

Speaking of Phil, I hadn't seen him since late last night. It was noon now, I wondered if the interesting man was still around here. Maybe he was still asleep. I couldn't have slept any longer if I had tried, even with the awful jet lag, I wanted to explore this house.

I was a sucker for finding out people's secrets. It was a habit of mine brought from childhood, and one that actually got me pretty far in life. I didn't want to know the basics, like why someone cheated on their wife or whatnot. I wanted to know the history of the home, find out what happened here, find out who Phil was.

Something told me Phil had secrets. Everyone had secrets. Did I think his were bad? Maybe not. Did he have the capacity of being bad? I'm sure. We all had our secrets and I knew nothing of him, but figured he didn't have much to hide if he had given me permission to make the entire house my home. That was a mistake on his part, as I decided I was going to take full advantage of it.

I didn't know if he meant I would be able to make his bedroom my home, so I decidedly went into the library. I figured there was something there. Luckily Phil had internet and a nice desktop, so I essentially knew I was going to Google the history of this house.

I couldn't help but snoop. Since I was a young child, I was a snooper. I went through my mother's things, through my father's things, through my friends' things. I didn't know boundaries. I admit I told people beforehand that I was a nosey person, while looking through their stuff in their process.

I didn't feel I had to tell Phil. I was just curiously looking up the home's history. What was wrong with that? If I were going to be staying here, I felt I had the right to know what I was getting in to. Sure, I should have researched the house before I even came here, but what was the fun in that? There would've been less mystery if I had researched it beforehand, and everyone that knew me knew I lived for mystery.

Looking at me, you would think I was a safe person. Generally not looking for trouble, and it usually wasn't trouble I had been looking for. I just was interested in paranormal things, and historical things. Given, I've never seen a ghost or anything, I just enjoyed the thought of them. Maybe ghosts weren't even real, sure I had my skepticism about it, but I couldn't say they were real or not real. Plus, the guaranteed adrenaline rush that came with researching things that should have been confidential was always exciting.

Typing the address quickly into the search bar, the first thing that came up were pictures of the house itself. I knew I was in. I quickly picked the wiki article. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted Wikipedia, but hey, something was better than nothing at this point. I didn't care if the stupid article said fucking Ghandi lived here as long as something popped up that was of truth. That was the thing about a website like Wikipedia, there was some truth at least.

As soon as I opened the article, I was shocked. The article was explaining that a gruesome murder had happened here six years ago, in the Lester home. A mother, a father, and son. The only remaining son, Phil of course, not being home at the time as he was off to college, gaining the family inheritance.

I nodded silently, finally realizing this made perfect sense. The spooky atmosphere, the weird demeanour of Phil. Anyone would have been messed up after something like that.

I felt a bit worse snooping now, but clicked off the page, and getting ready to click on the next article before Phil's disgruntled voice came from behind me, "a bit nosey are you?"

I jumped in the air before turning to him, "it wasn't me particularly being nosey, I just wanted to know if the house had history. I'm so sorry, I should've just asked."

Phil rolled his eyes, "I probably wouldn't have told you right off the bat if I'm honest. Nobody wants to know they're staying in a murder house. I didn't want there to be any reason you didn't want to stay here. It has been a long time since I've come across someone willingly wanting to stay with me after knowing my history. I could understand if you'd want to leave now, but I genuinely hope you don't."

My heart tensed a bit. I felt bad for Phil. I understood what he was talking about, the sense of wanted was something I knew all too much of. I didn't want him to feel like his past was something that should effect my mindset. He wasn't his past, he seemed like a genuinely nice man, and it wasn't his fault for anything that happened here.

I stood up, closing the tabs, before turning to him. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I was just curious. I like history and stuff a bit too much for my own good. I hope it isn't an issue, but I'd like to continue staying here if that's okay?"

Phil smiled, "for some reason that doesn't seem surprising. Let's go eat breakfast, you nerd."

I nodded, my growling stomach intruding my thoughts. I did like Phil. He was good, and he seemed nice. For now I wasn't worried about his other secrets. I still felt he had them, but maybe I'd let him tell me himself.

"I don't know what you're looking for. You act like he could love you. You don't even know him."

"What's the worst that could happen dad? Honestly, what's the worst that could happen?"

A/N:
Sorry the update was a day late! Hope you enjoy this! What kind of secrets do you think Phil's hiding? Tell me some theories?

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