The Hidden Truth

Chapter Twenty-Six: Unexpected Changes

By the time I open my eyes, I'm sprawled out on the bed. I jump up and march down the stairs into the kitchen where Justice is again at the stove cooking something. I pull a chair out from under the counter top in front of him and sit as I shout, "That wasn't fair!"

"It's not my fault you couldn't remember. Besides, you haven't given your brain enough time to heal yet. Did you really think I would allow you to do it again?"

"I thought you were going to help me?" I continue to yell.

"And I intend to but I refuse to sit back while you repeatedly cause more trauma to yourself. I strongly urged you not to pursue that skill in the first place but you wouldn't listen. Even after I gave you all the facts. So, I will not support you using it for any purpose whatsoever."

I couldn't argue, there were countless times he would come to me spewing the risks involved with using the ability. Along with shouting at me to stop the nonsense but I was determined to master it. How was I to know that I would use it one day to save my sister instead of keeping a close eye on her. I sigh watching as he flips a few of what appears to be pancakes in a skillet on the stove.

"Now that you seem to have calmed down a bit, would you like some breakfast?"

"No." I say, confused about how he found enough food to eat in the house when I hadn't gone shopping yet. Besides, I was still too upset over the fact that he tricked me, to eat anything. Instead I reach in the fridge to grab the bottle of water I placed in there and head back upstairs.

As soon as I enter the bedroom again, I slam the door. I didn't want to look up and find Justice staring at me for a second time. I then sit on the bed as I open the bottle, drinking the rest of the water while thinking. Time after time my thoughts circled around the trap he set for me causing anger to persistently spike in me. I toss myself backwards on the bed with my feet up as the pounding in my head slowly makes it's return.

My door opens and Justice enters the room. He leans his back against the wall between the door frame and the window, folding his arms across his chest once again. By this time, I still haven't calmed down as he asks, "Do you want my help?"

I roll my head over towards him as I look him in the eyes and question, "Instead of engaging in it, why didn't you just leave?"

"Leaving is never an option, you know that. It's stated that way in the contract you created and forced me to sign." he says before dropping his arms and moving towards me. He then places his hands on the bed and leans over as he continues, "Look Michael, I can stay here forever helping you to regain your memory but if you are supposed to be tracking someone then we're wasting time!" he hangs his head and inhales before adding, "I will ask you one last time, Do. You. Want. My. Help?"

After a short somewhat brief pause I replied, "Yes."

"Alright then, we're going to do it the old fashioned way. So, who is it we are looking for?"

"I only have one detail I can offer you."

"So, basically you're looking for a needle in the haystack." he inhales and sighs again asking, "What's this detail you have?"

"It's an origin." I answer, trying to keep myself from straying.

"Okay, that does narrow it down a little but the spectrum is still too broad. How are you going to find the right one?"

"I have the caliber he's looking for."

He and I locked eyes, I knew the question on the tip of his mind as well as he already had the answer to it by the words I said. However, I also knew that anything I disclosed to him right now, I would be exonerated from based on the wording of my contract that he willingly reminded me of.