Destroyed

Chapter 14: Telling The Truth

As Billy led everyone to the Security Room, I explained that the room had cellphone service, much to Harold's ignorance. Allison noticed Harold, who is now sitting on the floor, and gave him a menacing stare.

"He took our cellphones for nothing?" Allison gasped. "Cleo is right, this guy is a fake!" I let out a sigh then slipped the fingers through my dark brown hair.

"Leave him alone," I insisted. "Harold didn't even know about the signal service, and besides he doesn't even work here." Harold looks up at me in surprise.

Sensing his thoughts, I rolled my eyes at him. "That doesn't means I can forgive you for what you did to Mrs. Triton," I said with a snarl. "Got it?" Harold nodded very slowly then bit his lip.

I turned my head away from the creep then reached for my phone out of my pocket. All of a sudden, Dewey waddled over to me and blinked at me with curious eyes.

His blue t-shirt is covered in dust and specks of blood, his blue jeans were torn, and his black sneakers were scraped with something sharp. Probably glass.

"Excuse me, miss?" he began. "Can I talk to you about something?" I slipped the phone back into my pocket and nodded kindly at him. "Of course," I answered, kneeling forward to him. "You can tell me anything."

Dewey looked around to make sure that no one is listening or watching me. "Alone?" Dewey in a hushed whisper. I looked at him in confusion, but nodded.

I wasn't unsure what I should tell him, but maybe he saw something so scary that he wouldn't tell anyone what happen, not even his parents or brothers. "Okay," I said slowly. Dewey gave me a small smile and looked at his parents, who were talking on the phone.

His other brothers, one with green clothes and the other in red, are playing Nintendo DS, not minding the dust in their hair. "Tell your parents that you are going to the bathroom and I will take you there, okay?"

He nodded eagerly as he went over to his parents then came back with a smile. "They said yes," he whispered. Nodding very slowly, I took him by the hand then walked him out of the Security Room.

After I closed the door behind us, I peered down at Dewey, who is rocking back and forth uncomfortably. "You have something to tell me?" I asked. The boy nodded then leaned closer to me.

"I think that lady and my dad are hiding something," Dewey explained. I looked at him unsurprised. "I already knew that Dewey," I admitted. "So, what are they hiding?" he asked.

I let out a sigh then brushed away the bangs covering my eyes.  "How did you know about the secret?" Dewey asked. "I use my skills wisely." I explained slowly.

"Anyway, why don't you tell me about what you know about your father and Allison?" Dewey let out a sigh then told me his story. "While I was going downstairs to get a glass of water," he began. "I heard a doorbell ring, so I walked up to the door and saw the lady standing in the doorway. When I opened it, she asked me if my dad is here. She had a big belly, like Santa Claus."

"What time did she came to your house?" I asked. Dewey thought about it for a moment then told me that it was twelve o'clock. "Did she looked suspicious?" I asked. "No," he answered. "She seemed like a nice neighbor." So Allison and Clyde are neighbors, I thought. "I wanted to ask her what was going on, but then Dad came along and told me to go back to bed."

"But when I was going upstairs, I saw them...kissing." He shuddered at that word as if it was a curse. They were having an affair? I squinted my eyebrows at Dewey. "Was this the first time you saw Allison and your father together?" I asked.

Dewey shook his head. "Last year, we had a family barbecue and he invited that lady, Allison, over and the next thing I saw is that they were holding hands." I swallowed very hard and bit my lip.

"Did you tell your mother or your brothers about this?" I asked quietly. Dewey shook his head. "I didn't think they would believe me." I gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"You are doing the right thing by telling me," I began. "But I think maybe you should tell someone who has a little bit of experience than me." "I overheard you talking about my dad and Allison," he admitted. "You said something about someone being a terrorist."

My face turned ghastly white. Quietly, I opened the door, took him by the hand, and walked back into the room until he stopped me. "Is that why you always seem to disappear?" Dewey questioned.

"Yeah," I admitted. "One of the adults is a terrorist and I am trying to figure out who it is." Dewey let out a sigh then looked at me. "My parents aren't terrorists," he said. "Neither is Allison."

I saw the intensity in his eyes and the sadness in his heart. "I know this is hard for you-" "They were with me since the bombing," Dewey interrupted. "Especially, Allison."

I gave him a warm smile. "Okay," I insisted. "They are not terrorists, I believe you." Dewey smiled as I ruffled his hair. Suddenly, my smile changed into a worried frown.

"You need to tell your parents what you saw," I advised. "Keeping secrets is wrong, and you know that." Dewey stared at the scrape on his shoe then reluctantly bobbed his head.

"Okay," he mumbled. "But what if they don't believe me?" I remembered asking Mom the same question when I was his age. "Look at me," I said firmly. "At least you did the right thing, that's all that matters. Your parents and your siblings love you and you need to help them understand that."

"After the whole thing is over, you need to tell them everything." Nodding, Dewey smiled and thanked me. I gave him another smile and walked him back into the Security Room.