Wherever You Are

Eleven: A Revenge of Lies

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"Scrambled eggs and crispy bacon drizzled over with blueberry syrup, just how you like it," Jack smiled, as he served me a steaming hot plate full of the breakfast which he was indeed correct about me liking. It made me happy to know he remembered so much about me, just like I did about him...

"Wow," I giggled. "no one has made me this since-" I stopped mid-sentence, staring down at the white plate full of food on the kitchen counter that I sat at. I didn't want to speak, I didn't even want to think about what I was about to say, but Jack filled in my blanks anyways.

"Since I left you. I know..." he spoke softly, looking down to my food as well before looking up to me. Bewildered at what he had said, I replied.

"How would you have known that? Now that I think about it, how do you know so much about what I did after you left? Like about my fiancé cheating on me?" I sat, eagerly awaiting his answer, since I knew this time around he would most definitely tell me everything. Motioning to the dining room conjoined off the kitchen, I followed him into it once again, the windows lighting up and waiting to be drawn upon.

"I promised I would tell you everything, so I should probably tell you some more about these windows in depth," he told, making me wonder what that had to do with my question at all. Drawing an image that I knew before it had even been finished, my mother and father's home appeared before our eyes; almost as if we were really there. 

"These windows don't just show images in motion, they're basically cameras. You draw what you want and the image is found and for however long you would like, it shows you the place as if you would be watching from a camera," he ended, making me shake my head in disbelief from how even more advanced the technology was than I thought.

"So...it's basically like secretly spying on someone?" I asked, as Jack nodded.

"They were made to see above ground in case of emergency without actually going above ground," he replied, making it clear what their purpose was for. I nodded along, like he had done earlier, and watched to see my mother come walking out from the house.

"Woah, you weren't lying," I smiled, as I took a step closer to the windows to try and see better. It was like I was right there with her, she just didn't know...

Motioning his hands in front of the windows, Jack zoomed in some on my mother to notice her walking towards a car that had pulled up.

"Volume twelve," Jack said, as a little bar at the top of all the windows became full and I could hear everything.

"Did you find anything?" I heard my mother ask the person in the car, as they hadn't gotten out of the small black thing yet.

"Nothing, not a trace. It's like she vanished," the person replied, before they stopped the car completely and hopped out to talk to my mother more personally. Luke? I thought to myself, eyebrows furrowed in frustration at even the sight of him. 

"I just don't understand what would make her want to leave? She has everything she could ever want!" Luke chimed, walking over to open up the passenger's door and help someone out. Jane? I thought again, as I saw her come daintily out and step down onto the hard brick of the road. She looked even more dolled up than when I had saw her before, which made me wonder why anyone would ever want to look like that.

"Being one of Charlottes closest friends, I utterly agree with Luke. She had the perfect man, family, and job. But, Charlotte had told me a lot of secrets, one specifically about how she only came here to North Dakota to kill that Jack guy. She had told me her entire plan, which I was too afraid of speaking out about, but I guess now is the time to do so," Jane ended, making me hit back into the dining room table out of confusion from what she was talking about. Firstly, she was nothing near my closest friend, and secondly, what was she even talking about? I wanted to kill Jack? I had never once said that to anyone!

"Jack, she's lying, I promise. I don't know what's going on," I frantically spoke, making Jack place a hand onto my shoulder.

"Charlotte, hey, hey, it's alright. I believe you. I mean, if it was true I'm sure I would have been long since dead by now," he chuckled, making me loosen up a bit and nod while I tuned in some more to what they still spoke about.

"Jack? Who's that?" Luke questioned, making me groan from not wanting him to ever find out about that side of my life.

"It's Charlotte's lost love, they had once been together, with no one's approval, and one day he just up and left her. We had warned her about his type, but the girl never listened. Got her heart broken bad in the end, which sent her to move to Minnesota to 'start' over," my mother spoke harshly, making my eyes well up with tears in the end. I hated when she talked badly about Jack; the one who I had loved so dearly.

"And that is why she is going to kill him! We must go and tell the police right away for if she does come back then she will be put in her place," Jane gulped out, her eyes turning to Luke beside her who nodded down to her like they were in some sort of team to ultimately get rid of me. It was shocking to know that someone who I was about to get married to could turn so cruelly on me...

Motioning his hands once more in front of the windows to stop everything and turn it back to white, I didn't know what to do anymore. Everyone somehow thought I was some murderer, going to kill someone who I would have never even thought of doing something to. How could I go back to that? How could I go back knowing I would most likely be put in jail for their word against mine? How could I go even if I wasn't thrown behind bars, I have nothing there anymore...

Dropping myself down onto the floor in a heaping mess of emptiness, I realized I was back at the same low point that I was when Jack had left me.

"That's how I knew about everything," he spoke slowly, leaning against the wall in front of me and looking down to my nearly weeping self. His eyes held compassion and care as he reached his hand out for me to grab a hold of. 

"I also know that everything will be alright, because things always turn out alright," he told, as I hesitantly grabbed a hold of his hand and let him help me up. Trying not to cry from how upset I was, I nodded and felt as I was pushed into Jack's chest from him bringing me up. Eyes wide as we had never been this close in over a decade, he wiped aside the tears that silently rode down my cheeks in that instant and whispered, "Just like we will."