In the end she chose to just cooperate. Figuring she would have a better chance at surviving if she did as she was told. At least to an extent. In the car she stayed as close to the door as she could, putting as much space as she could between them. Finally they were back at the Lake and Ada couldnt get out fast enough. Before she could get all the way out he grabbed her wrist. Ada pulled away from him and stumbled forwards.
"Ada you cant tell anyone what we did," Sebastien told her. His eyes looked sad, regretful even. "You mean what you MADE me do!" she exclaimed. She slammed the car door shut and stormed off. But Sebastien rolled down the window and called after her. "Im not a violent person, Ada!" he spoke. "Tell that to the dead woman you made me help you BURY!" Ada screamed. Her stress levels were skyrocketing. She couldnt breathe.
"You dont know what kind of mess I'm in but I know I can trust you, thats why I had you come with," he cried out. Ada stopped in her tracks. She walked back to the car and leaned in. "You're right I Dont know what kind of mess your're in and nor do I care to find out. Lose my number Navarro!" she snapped and then she took off to her car again. She opened the door and sat behind the wheel and she let it all come out. The fear, the tears, the panic. It washed over her like waves in the ocean. And the worst feeling of all....she still had an inkling of attraction. Attraction for a killer. What did that say of her demeanor? Her sanity, even.
When she got home, Bernie was waiting for her. Ada looked down at her phone. It must had died somewhere along the way. Great she had to deal with Sebastien and his serial killer antics and now Bernie. This had been one hell of a night. "Hey, listen you cant just ignore me, Ive been worried sick!" Bernie exclaimed as Ada walked up the sidewalk, to her front door and unlocked it. It was a small house. One bedroom, one bathroom, a couple hundred square feet but it suited her well and she could afford it off diner pay and tips. She walked in and Bernie followed.
Bernie closed the door behind her and Ada just slumped down in the chair. "What the fuck is going...." Bernie stopped. "Is that blood on your face?" Ada blinked once. Then once again. Right. The war paint. The Simba marking. "I had a bloody nose earlier I guess I didnt get it all," she murmured as she wiped her face probably smearing the old blood even more.
"You dont look okay, and what with your phone you never let it die? I stopped by the diner and you were there," Bernie sometimes got a little mouthy and didnt know when to shut up. Now was one of those moments. "I was with Sebastien," she said. Could she even say that? Was she supposed to lie? Bernie always knew when she was lying. Call it a character flaw but Bernie could always call her bluff.
"Look I know tonight was a little out of character for me but I promise I'm okay, I'm just really tired and want to shower and go to bed. That is if I passed the Bernadette inspection," she stated as she raised an eyebrow at her friend. "No you didnt pass it. Not by a long ass shot but you look like shit. So I guess I'll give you a hall pass this once," Bernie said softly. Soft and soothing voices meant she knew something was wrong. Meaning she was going to either have to take one for the team and lie; or risk telling the truth and having Sebastien kill her for telling the secret.
So she told the truth.
