Mirage [n.h.]

twenty-seven

I may or may not have included an Ysabelle POV somewhere on this chapter.

"You're kidding, right?" I ask, really flabbergasted of that revelation she said to me not too long ago.

"Is this face not really that believable of saying the truth?" she asks. Look who's talking here, clearly, yes. She gotta be kidding me on asking that.

"Yes" I mumble looking on the coat stand beside me, feeling interested on the coats and umbrellas hanged there.

Thank God, she didn't hear my mumble because she snaps fingers infront of my face, still focus on the coats beside me.

"How?" I ask, returning my attention at her.

"Follow me" she uses her index finger and tilts it, wiggles it, indicating a 'follow me' sign seductively. She turns her back and we proceed to the couches we were sitting awhile ago.

She plops down, returning on her previous position ahwile ago, crossed legs and a glass of wine touching her red lipstick tainted lips.

"Where to begin?" she says while putting down the glass on the table separating the two of us.

"From the start. No secrets now" I deadpanned her and leaned forward, suddenly becomes interested on these revelations she'll say.

"Wait here" she retaliated and stands up going to somewhere in her and Harry's flat. Not too long, she comes back with a picture frame. The back of the frame facing me.

"Here" she gives me the picture frame, the back still facing me. I can't see what is behind this, what kind of picture will I see.

She sits down again across me and drinks her wine.

"Tilt it" she commands, "Look at it" she again commanded me.

I rolled my eyes to her because i'm not ready for her games tonight -and never will. And so, just like what Queen "I told you to it" said, I tilt the picture frame. At first, I saw a child being carried by my dad. The child is holding a Mickey Mouse stuff toy and my dad is smiling proudly like he did nothing wrong back to that time. Behind them both, is the Disney castle, so I reckon, they were in Disneyland when this picture was shot.

And that's when things kicking up on me, the round eyes, that green eyes, that curly hair, that face, resembles to the one that pointed a pistol in my head weeks ago.

Harry and my dad. What?

"Harry and my dad" my voice speaks my thoughts, but came out as a whisper.

"Harry and my dad" I whisper and look at the girl across me, repeatedly nodding.

"Harry and my dad" I again say, shaking my head continuously.

"Yes" the girl across me whispers and nods at the same time.

"How?" I ask, looking back to the picture that's in my hands now.

"Promise me, you're still up for the deal, okay?" she asks.

"Yes!" I exclaim, really eager of the truth she'll tell me.

"If you declined it, I won't have a secnd choice on killing you, your brother and your mom" she says, now revealing a small gun and holding it like just a toy.

I shiver, gulped and just nod. She smirks and starts,

"Harry is your step-brother. Lionel adopted him when he was away and left you years ago" she retorts.

"But Lionel had a wife, right?" I inquire, "So, that means, they never had a child-"

"He never had a wife after your mom" she simply says and shakes her head.