Undead

23; secrets

Akila

"Absolutely not," Videl grumbled upon my request. His thick hand waved me off as the other grasped the glass of cognac and brought it to his lips. A satisfying sigh followed, and he finally met my gaze. "What part of you think that would end well, Akila?"

Truth is, a large part of me thought it was in fact a bad idea. A terrible idea, actually. There wasn't an ounce of me that hoped it would end well but I knew it had to happen for the both of us. There are things that need to be said, things that need to be explained, but it all seemed useless.

I wasn't the victim in this situation. I was nowhere near perfect, my hands weren't clean. Yes I was cheated on with my cousin, but what I've done is just as bad - if not worse.

"Videl this isn't for me," I insisted. "This is for him. He needs to know about our entire relationship and what he was to me."

I knew I worded it wrong, but Videl ate it up, his famous grin showing on his face. "And what was he to you, Akila?"

I swallowed hard. "He was my boyfriend."

"He was your assignment," he corrected tightly. "Don't act like he wasn't. You knew your boundaries and you ignored them. It's not our fault you got yourself into this."

"Which is why I need to talk to him!"

He squinted, pursed his lips. Videl was never challenged; no one ever dared to step to him. We never raised our voice to him or got on his bad side - except me of course - but I was fed up and it slipped out.

I planted my palms on his desk and exhaled slowly. "Videl I am the only person he trusts. He's been alone all this time with barely any physical contact. How much longer until you let him go?"

"He can go when he learns how to control that temper of his." He paused, the grin only widening. "Are you sure he's going to continue to trust you after you tell him all of it?"

"W-what do you mean?"

Videl chuckled in amusement, relaxing back in his swivel chair and folding his fingers behind his head. "If you're going to tell him the truth, tell him entirely. Don't half ass it, Akila."

The lump in my throat thickened with stubbornness, and my eyes filled with a layer of tears that I tried so desperately to swallow. "Videl, please don't make me do that. That doesn't concern him. I-it has nothing to do with us."

"It's part of who you are," he expressed simply. He approached me and lifted my chin, brushing his rough thumbs under my eyes to rid me of tears. "You can't hide it from him forever, you know that. He needs to know every bit of you if you're going to make this work."

I shrugged away from him. "Make what work? Videl, you're crazy if you think I would ever consider being in a relationship with him again. I-I can't trust him."

He scoffed. "Ironic, isn't it? Neither of you are the poster child of trust." He poured himself another glass of booze, tipping it up and offering me some but I declined. "Tell him everything or don't tell him at all." He downed it and barely grimaced.

"What does his name mean?" Subject changes were my strong suit.

"Ancient Egyptian god of the dead."

"Are you out of your mind?" I shot back. "You did that on purpose!"

He stared at me blankly. "You mean because he tried to take his life on several occasions? Of course I did, it fits him. Does it not?"

"You're unbelievable," I mumbled pathetically. I scrubbed at my eyes yet again and crossed my arms. "Can I talk to him or not?"

"What makes you think he won't hurt you?"