Klaroline (english translation)

The Truth

Caroline POV

"Kids, I have something to tell you!" my Father said assured and signaled that we should sit down. My mother and aunt came and knew what would happen now. They too have never heard the whole truth. Both sat down at the table and looked at my father anxiously.

There was nervousness in my father's eyes, the way he sat there, uncertainty was seen through his smile, he knew he was ready to talk about the past.

"Mikael Mikaelson was my best friend, we grew up together, his family was wealthy and mine, well, not, I was always one of the best students in my school, but Mikael was the opposite, he was with girls from the Village, all day. ", he remembered the old time and a smile crept on his face. "I always had to remind him how important the grades are to get to college, but he always wanted his fun, which his father finally could not accept, he was a wealthy studied man, your grandfather." He looked at Klaus.

"One night he had forbidden Mikael to leave the house because he was being caught with a girl instead of learning, but he ran out of the house and to us, becaus of the argument with his father." He had drunk a lot and as it turned out, i had a bad Feeling. And as it seemed, it was not in vain. I tried to explain to him that he should go home and his father was right, but he did not want to hear. "

I had the feeling that this story doesn't have a happy ending. I looked at Klaus, he looked so confused. As if this past of his father does not match what he knew. "Anyway, I tried to bring him home, and as we walked a boy crossed our way," he shook his head sadly. "The boy was not from our village, which we recognized right away, but because of the rage that Mikael had dammed up against his father, he balled the boy out, but when the unknown man showed that he isn't someone you can treat like this, that pushed Mikael even more to argue with him. He shoved him and I tried to stop him, that boy punched him once in the face, he should not have done that, maybe he would be alive then ... ", he looked at his hands and started to cry. Just like me and my aunt. My mother sat there like a statue, frozen. Klaus shook his head.

"My best friend hit him back, too hard, so the boy fell to the ground and did not get up." "That can't be true, my father is not a killer!" Klaus cried and wanted to get up but my father held him tight. "It was an accident, but he started it and I was not allowed to tell anyone, his father told me to shut my mouth and not tell anyone because his son could not afford a reputation as a murderer. " Klaus stayed where he was and listened to my father. "And did what he said?" my mother asked horrified. "Yes, because Mikael's father promised me a scholarship and a good education, and he said that he would make sure that nobody would find out, he kept his promises, nobody found out, not one single person, he made everything look like an accident. That the boy has collapsed and I still do not know how he did it. "

"He also wanted to keep his promise for my education, but I rejected that, I could't study with the guilty conscience that I could't stop Mikael from making the mistake of his life, with the assurance that the boy's family would never know how their son died. With the guilt that a boy lost the opportunity to study before mine, Mikael eventually had to leave: his family and he moved to another city and he was supposed to go to college, and after that incident he completely changed. He was cold and heartless, especially in front of me, we seldom understood each other, and when he left, he did not say goodbye to me, he just left without saying anything. "

How could he do that? I thought they were the best friends. And he has never called in all those years. Such a person is not a true friend.

"At first I was deeply disappointed, but over time I forgave him, just wished he'd contacted me once. Now it's too late for that. At least he left me this letter."

My mother held his hand, she held it tight. She tried to comfort my father. What seemed to work, because my father looked up at her and a smile formed on his lips.

"Now the truth is out and you know what happened back then," my dad said. Klaus looked at his hands. My dad noticed that and put a hand on his shoulder. "Listen son, your father was a good person and a very good friend." "Thank you." Klaus replied. But he did not sound very credible. "Do you have some place to stay, my dear?" my mother asked. "Yes Miss, ehm i mean, Elizabeth It'll be better if i go now, I have to get back to town."

It was already late, he would have to drive for an hour. But in that state, so broken and disappointed, it did not look like it was a good idea. My mother said What was on my mind. She offered Klaus a place to sleep on the sofa. Klaus declined, but my dad intervened.

"Stay here son, tomorrow after breakfast you can go if you want to go, but today it would be better if you stay here. Caroline make sure that Klaus feels at home, because he belongs to the Family after all." my father said and Klaus looked at him shocked. Joy and gratitude are read in his eyes. "Thank you sir, thank you."

"Call me Bill. Good night to you all." My father said and disappeared with my mother in the bedroom. My aunt said goodbye too. Only Klaus and I stayed in the living room. For some reason, I was excited that he was here. I was happy. Such a strange feeling spread in my stomach. But I liked it.