Through the Dark

Chapter 33

The things I learned was making me nauseous. There were different documents about Reese's past. More importantly, there were things about my parents' past.

I was only a few pages into the digging when I could not take it anymore. All that information was clotting the inside of my head which prevented ne from thinking straight.

There were papers those said how my parents were scientists, which, I had no idea about. I even learned how Reese was a secret agent who had taken me in after the incident of 2002. Before I knew what the incident of 2002 was, I slammed the door shut.

All these years I knew that Reese was a service holder and was working in a corporate company. After such a long time of believing something, out of the blue I learned that she was a secret agent, working as a special envoy for someone. I did not know any of the details, but the scarce information I knew screwed my brain.

How was it all possible?

Was I being lied to all these years?

Question after question popped inside my head. The worst part was that I did not have an answer to any of it.

My mind was completely obturated. On top of everything, I could not even share it with anyone. Nor could I find the answers I was looking for.

My friends already had enough on their plate. I knew that they would never push me back if I went for help. The main fact was that they were as oblivious as I was, if not more.
Livia was kind and helpful. However, she was still an unknown person. As far as I knew, she had only met Reese a month back. I had lived with that woman for years and was unaware of what hid underneath. How could I expect Livia to know what the real deal was.
Jason was only an acquaintance and we only talked because we had to live under the same roof.

That was the amount of people I knew. None of them would be helpful enough for me to put me head on. Moreover, I did not want to burden them unnecessarily.

I knew that I was deep down the abyss all alone. If I wanted to Sherlock the shit I needed to do it all by myself.

I closed the door behind me and run out of the house. I was already inside my car and had started the engine when I remembered that I had to lock the main door.

My mind was so obstructed that I began to do everything without even realising what I was doing.

I drove straight home. Livia was not there and I could not be more grateful. If she was there, then I would be impeded with more questions which I did not want.

I went inside my room and closed my door in the process. I sat there with my back against the wall for a long time.

I just could not wrap my head around the fact that she lied to me. Reese, the person who I trusted the most lied to me. I was aware that she was being suspicious before; the way she left with only a week's notice, the way she never told me where she was going, the way she did not even call me. Not once did she try to get in contact with me.

For as much as I comprehended, the letter that was send to me under her name might as well have been sent by one of her secret helpers. After all it was send to Sunday, which itself was sus.

After what seemed a long time, there was a knock on my door which broke my trance of thoughts.

"Yeah?" I said but my voice was barely audible. I coughed before saying it again loudly.

"Did you have lunch? It's already 4 in the afternoon," it was Jason who spoke.
"No. I'll have it later," I said sounding monotone and passionless.

"Vianna are you alright?" Jason asked again detection the lack of emotion in my tone.
"I just woke up," I said trying to sound convincing.
"Fine," he added.
"Lunch is ready downstairs. Have it whenever you want. Or don't, your choice," Jason said before leaving.

I got up from the place where I was sitting. I needed to get a grip on my emotions. And that was exactly what I did.

With a seemingly jolly face on the outside, I went downstairs and had the food that was left on counter. I was famished and knew that my body was crying for the nutrition.

"You look awfully dull," Jason, who had re-entered the kitchen, said.
"Not in the mood," I added blandly. He did not say anything else and began to wear his sneakers.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"To play basketball," he simply stated.
"Where to?" I asked again, while I took the last bite of what I was eating.

"Just outside house. Why?" Jason was confused why I was asking so many questions.
"Can I come too?" I inquired.
"Yeah, if you want to," he said chuckling.

I thought that playing would cause me to get my mind off the things those were haunting me. Most of the times it was therapeutic as I really enjoyed playing basketball and it aided to keep me off from thinking about something else.

Jason and I walked to the nearby court that was only a few yards away from the house. Jason had the ball in his hands and was dribbling it all the way to the court. I, on the other hand, kept on sauntering.

"Hey you sure you are okay?" Jason asked once more before we began playing.
"Yeah. I'm fine," I lied. Jason did not talk about it further, albeit his facial expressions said that he did not believe me.

"Let's start," I added.

It was a fair play. In my opinion, Jason was the better one. He was always so composed and confident while he played.

I was certainly not feeling up to the mark that day. Nevertheless, I endeavoured to keep myself busy by playing.
By every passing minute my throws were getting more aggressive and I was becoming more restless. It was my way of letting out all agony accumulated inside me.

Jason and I did not talk much in, but I could see that he was getting a little worried as he took in my behaviour. However, there was nothing out of the ordinary until a certain point in the game when I literally saw my whole life crush in front of my eyes.

I did not really know how but I had fallen on the spot as I felt a popping sensation in my right foot.

This day really could not GO ANY BETTER!

Jason stopped running and for the first second or two, kept looking at me with horror. I, on the other hand,  was seated on the floor. Not to mention the pain in my foot.

"Oh my God! Are you alright?" he asked almost instantly.
"Do you think?" I said, rather harshly.

I examined my foot and one of my worst nightmares just came true.

I had a sprained ankle.

I HAD A SPRAINED ANKLE THE DAY BEFORE THE FINAL MATCH!

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