The Truth (English)

Doubt

My family or the truth?

My work or the truth?

My life or the truth?

I looked like a silly repeating these questions over and over again as I crossed Los Feliz Avenue, heading home. I knew Mike would be a little worried because even though he knew I was with Talinda and Vicky, I had run out of time and was late for dinner. Speaking of that, the call came in:

- Honey, where are you?

- Hello Darling. I'm close to home, don't worry

- You were delaying with Talinda - I perceived his comment like a sarcasm and I sensed Mike was annoying. I kept myself cool

- Yeah, I'm sorry, honey. Talinda needs her friends more than ever

- You're right. I'm sorry - He apologized - It's just that I've missed you so much today

- I'll be with you baby - I smiled - I'll prepare you Ramen

An hour later I was in the kitchen preparing Mike's favorite meal: his beloved noodle soup with spices, chicken, and boiled egg, he knew he would love it, since we hadn't tasted that dish that had brought us so much peace. Above all, I needed peace to solve my three terrible questions.

- I notice you gone - Mike murmured as he set out to attack his noodles.

- I can't stop thinking about Talinda - I excused myself

- Are you sure it's just that, or is there something else?

I sighed. Mike knew me more than I expected and I wasn't sure I would tell him what Vicky knew. I simply took the sticks and devoured the ramen without answering.

- Anna - Insisted

- What?

- Tell me

Now he was staring at me, he sweetly took my sticks away and then took my hands in his. He knows very well that I love this gesture and managed to make me succumb to answer his doubts. I acceded.

- It's okay. I know you won't believe me, but I'll tell you anyway. I refuse to believe that Chester commited suicide, and before you try to convince me otherwise, I'll tell you Vicky believes the same before I tell her my suspicions.

Mike closed his eyes for a moment and though I supposed he'd let my hands off, he didn't.

- You can't leave things as they are, do you? He smiled with melancholy

- What do you mean by that? - I didn't know why, but I was offended.

- Don't get mad sweetie - he squeezed my hands a little more - I knew your desire to get to the bottom of this when Elisa told me and I know with or without me, you will investigate. But you know this can be very dangerous for us, you can't fight against the system

My cheeks reddened with anger, but deep down I knew Mike was right. However, I couldn't remain silent:

- Are you going to tell me to sit by and everyone else believe this lie?

- I intend to tell you that you are so important to me that I don't want to lose you - His glance now was a bit cold - If you continue with this, they will hunt you down and maybe the band will be too

- They - I repeated - So you don't think it was suicide, either?

- I don't know honey - He looked down - But I know those people exist, they're capable of anything and that if you interfere, it will be dangerous

We kept silent.

- I think Chester was murdered just like Chris - I murmured - After the Carpool Karaoke you taped that Friday with Ken, he looked so happy to commit suicide. Vicky also believes it

- I don't want to admit it - He whispered after another long silence - But that's right

- Then what do you suggest? - I went up to join my forehead with yours

- Anna, Anna - He begged, knowing what I was thinking - Don't do this to me to, suggest you what to do when you've already made the decision. Think about Otis

- Mike, Mike - I repeated - I won't stop until I get to the bottom of this, but I also do it for you. I know  you don't believe what they all say, but I promise I won't do anything stupid to provoke them, I will just investigate...

- Wait. Do you really think you'll do this alone with Vicky? He interrupted me by separating his forehead from mine and staring at me determinedly.

- I suppose. No one else believes us

- And what about me? Am I not part?

I panic. Mike too? This was already nuts

- Oh no - I gasped - You won't be part of this show

- Mrs. Shinoda. I couldn't give you my help while you wrote "learning not to drown" because you didn't have to with such talent. But now you begin to adapt the role of spy and this time I won't be so dumb to leave you alone in that project. You have my help

I was paralyzed, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And before I could protest, his lips enveloped me in a warm, decisive kiss that for several hours made me feel secure and determined to carry my suspicions to the last consequences. After all, it's Mike and me against the world.