Depth Of A Twisted Mind

Us Against The World

Season 1-Part 2 Finale

Sapphire

Everything happened so fast...Jack and Raven showing up at my house...my father calling me this late at night. What the fuck has been going on? I've only been at work, for what? ALL OF TWO DAYS!

I walked them inside of my Condo and went to talk on the phone in my bedroom. I could hear my father taking steady breaths, which was making me worried. I'm not used to him acting this way. Something serious must be going on and I can see things are just getting started...

"Dad, what the hell is going on?" I yelled into the phone at him. I've never been so uneasy about anything until now.

My nerves were starting to hit me! How was I gonna tell my father that I had a criminal and a random ass co-worker that I barely know pop up at house?! He would probably think I was crazy, but recently his actions have me clueless as well.

"Sapphire, listen to me, Sweetie. You're safe with those two! Jack is working for me at the facility doing some undercover work. I know you must be wondering what it could be, but right now isn't the best time to discuss that. Raven on the other hand, worked for me years ago. She started working at the facility for her own reasons. I want you to continue to report to work as if you know nothing. I—"

Hold the hell up! How is he able to give me directions so smoothly? Why not inform me about everything in the beginning? He knew where I was gonna be working? He put me in danger for his own sake!

"Just tell me why, Dad? Why couldn't you fill me on everything that you've been doing? Did you not trust me with your operation? Why as soon as shit hit the fan, you want me to know?"

Tears started streaming down my face. Questions looming deep into my mind about the "why" or "what if" as I fell to my knees with the phone.

Silence. Dead silence.

My father said nothing...just taking in my cries.

"Sapphire, you're good at what you do! You're a Criminologist. A therapist to those criminals expressing the "why," when no one else can figure that out. They feel comfortable with you. There's still things about yourself that you have yet to figure out. You were also happy about your new job, I didn't want to—"

"You didn't want to what Dad?! You've already put me in the middle of this shit! I would've helped you in anything you asked of me! Am I not worthy to work alongside you...in whatever the hell you really do? What do you do, Dad? Just tell me the truth!"

He paused. I'm sure he's trying to collect himself and figure out where to start. The hesitation had my mind jumping to different conclusions. But, most importantly, my feelings were hurt as to why I've been in the dark about things. I thought my father trusted me. He has taught me everything that I know.

"There isn't much I can explain over the phone, but I can tell you that Bridgewater is a bad man. I'm sure you picked up on his ways based on approach and body language. Well, his facility wasn't a place of positive intent. My client wanted to take down something that's protected by the city, which will be hard to do now that I know the Mayor is involved."

I sat on the edge of my bed trying to process everything. The tears on my face have now dried up and my expression was replaced with shock. One thing, I was sure of is that my dream job was now just that...a dream. I'm back at square one trying to find out where I belong in this world.

"Is there anyway I can help, Dad? Since I'm without a job, there should be some role that you see me doing?"

If I wanted to get to know about everything, one way to do that would be to join in...right?