Truth

Part Twelve

Yvetzse’s POV

“Where were you last night?” Chris demanded as I walked into what was now our apartment. Of course, I still had my room in the Governor’s residence, which was still only accessible to myself and contained everything I kept secret from almost everyone.

I rolled my eyes at his antics. I knew he’d been screwing around with Qxizunt for a while, which I found ironic considering his hatred of Tyler. It’s a small world, it would seem. I never shared those thoughts with him though. All he knew was that I knew, so his hypocritical convictions were almost humorous.

“Oh please, save your breath. I know where you were, and I know what you’ve been doing. I also know that you undoubtedly know where I was, but are just questioning what I was doing. That, I will keep to myself.”

“Ivy.” Chris stretched out my nickname in a warning tone, but I was having none of it.

“Don’t you ‘Ivy’ me! You’ve been screwing around with that whore Qxizunt for ages, and you know I know. I’ve let you, because it didn’t bother me. But if you…..”

“Ivy, relax.” Chris came over and embraced me, and I hugged him back. He smelt of comfort and acceptance, of love. He rubbed my back soothingly and nothing more needed to be done. I knew he just didn’t like the idea of someone hurting me, and he knew I felt stressed. He could guess I was scared shitless, and that was just part of the reason why I loved him.

We’d grown up together, and had both not only accepted that our marriage was inevitable, but also, in part, anticipated it. We did love each other, even though we weren’t a perfect couple. We may have messed around a bit, but we had promised each other long ago that once we were married there would not be any indiscretion.

We both planned to keep that promise.

Therefore, it was no surprise that on our last night as bachelors we would take the last chance we would ever have to screw around. We couldn’t ever divorce, the scandal around it would not be welcome. We learnt long ago the trials which were the media. Even when the Government had retained some control, they were a pain, and stuck their nose in everywhere they could, especially where they shouldn’t have.

“We have a wedding to get to.” Chris whispered, and disappeared into the bedroom. I sighed, realising I should have been at Zanzax’s half an hour ago. I left the apartment and walked across the hall, knocking on the door once before it was practically thrown from its hinges and my brother hauled me inside, demanding reason as to why I was late, and muttering to himself about what I would do without him.

My brother and I were extremely close. It was a strange relationship, in a sense we raised each other, but were also the other’s best friend and, of course, sibling. He was the only one who knew what was in my room, and he was my partner in crime. Quite literally.

“You know, people are joking about how you might kill Chris.” He informed me. We both laughed.

“Let them joke. It’s harmless. Although I’m pretty sure Chris is wondering as much himself.” I joked, laughing. It was the only way to relieve ourselves of everything, to laugh it off. People had questioned exactly what kind of people we were, to have committed such a terrible form of patricide. Clearly it wasn’t that big of a deal to them though, as they voted us back into our positions fairly and without tampering.

I slid into the white gown and looked at myself in the mirror, my heart hammering away at my chest, willing to be free of its cage. Zanzax gasped and murmured how grown up I was. He then proceeded to help me with minimal makeup.

Neither of us know when it happened, but somewhere along the way Zanzax had become more proficient in applying makeup than me. We both just accepted it and laughed about how it was his feminine side coming out in him.