Naked

25 Dealing with the traitors

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'Garret doesn't exist.' I muttered chewing on my bottom lip.

'What?' both heads snapped at me.

'He doesn't exist.' I said louder this time. The reality of my words hitting hard a wall I desperately wanted to be brought down. They looked at me, then at each other, then back at me before 

Jones inquired.

'He's actually dead?' That's what ya 're telling us?'

I huffed and this time I bit my lip. Where did his brain go? I thought he was the smart one.

'He' I said separating the words and articulating them slowly 'doesn't. Exist.'

'Emily.' Gerard chimed in from his stupified state. 'We have papers that prove his existence. Multiple witnesses.' he licked his lips turning his words in his head deciding if he should out them.

'Including me.'

My eyes flew wide open and I gulped staring at him. How was this possible? Was he lying? Has fate played a dirty trick on me or something?

'What do mean?' I tried fishing for information. It's impossible!

'I know the boy exists, Emily. I played with him when he was still this high.' he stopped his palm a short distance from the floor, a little bit exaggerated if you ask me...

'That's...' I couldn't really find the words to express myself! 'He never mentioned something!' I looked at the ceiling with a deep frown on my face. How could this be? My brain was being tackled and for a moment I truly thought I was losing it. It CAN'T be real! It just CAN'T!

'Garret was the most annoying, spoiled, willful brat you had ever seen. But I liked the little bastard.' the last part he said drawing a breath. He stared at his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers, a sign of reluctance and agitation. A stark contrast to the stoic and curt character he displayed all the time. Was he showing me a more vulnerable side because he trusted me?

I wanted to trust him the same way. I wanted to open my mouth and utter the words that I had buried long ago. To reveal where that bloody Garret was hidden.

That scared part of me though only thought about one thing. Was this some kind of an elaborate scheme to get me to talk? He realised that falling in love with him was proving fruitless and he decided to take it up a notch? WERE Wyat's words true? I must commend Gerard's performance if he was actually lying straight to my face, for he had managed to make me believe him.

He must have seen my reluctance to believe in his words for then he turned his gaze at me and pierced me with it, trying to embed the information in me. What came next out of his mouth was the biggest surprise I didn't see coming.