𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

Let the war being

Arin

"I want you to tell me how it happened?" I asked, watching his hung head.

Roger was escorted by police a while back. Brandon filed assault charges again him. The words of an aged man and his battered face were enough for the police to take action. They didn't consider who was right or wrong. Merely doing their job, they ensured the wrong man went behind bars.

Roger held his head, nodding. His hands clutched at the hair roots. A frustrated growl later, he looked up with a half-smile. "Leave and save yourself," he whispered.

My reaction dances between planning on slapping across his face or shoving him off the chair he was tied onto. Instead, I tried the calmer method.

"I am not going anywhere and if this is too hard for you then I would have to just go check the security cameras at the mansion to see what happened. But that would only take longer for you to get bail."

My argument may have been calm on the outside, inside I was aflame. There wasn't a person who could have pacified me other than the one who sat in front of me. The situation was ideal for me to lose my temper.

My fiancé, the head of the Murphy enterprise was held up, captive. But I knew better, being taught by mom to have patience in dire circumstances.

Roger placed a hand over mine, patting. "Sorry, I am just..." I knew he was frustrated but so was I. But this was the time to act and not brood.

"Tell me."

"Brandon spoke how I was never able to protect mom. That I was a bad son and now I was the rapist who was tying you to..." I stood up from my seat.

Brandon was a vile man, no doubt. But walking into a party uninvited was more than just a coincidence. It was something fishy to begin.

I convinced Roger of help to come before leaving. A part of me died in the cell where was being held up. Leaving him alone even if it was merely a few hours for bail posting wasn't going down well for me.

Outside, I dialed dad and waited. My eyes roamed the area with all my senses on high alert. This wasn't just a coincidence, my mind kept reminding me. Upon receiving the call, I narrated the incidences since morning.

Dad, being his true self screamed and yelled at me. Just like mom, he lost his cool when it was time to stay calm. The ticking clock inside the station reminded me of time running out.

"Dad, you can yell all you want later. For now, please do as I say." I pleaded. Dad reiterated the instructions on the phone before ending it.

As I walked back inside, another thought hit me. It was already late in the afternoon and the sun's warmth was fading away, letting cold come in for the evening. I hopped in my car and drove. Dad would need a couple of more hours to do what I asked of him. In the meantime, I wanted to verify if my gut was hinting right.

Walking into the Oswald office, I pushed through the doors before landing in Xavier's office. He looked up. When a smile ran across his face, my inside burned. My fiancé was sitting in prison, awaiting bail. All that could have been avoided had I not been away.

"Are you working with Brandon?" My voice roared inside his office. The staff outside looked at the commotion as the door creaked close. Xavier stood up from his chair, walking over. His flattened expressions only added fuel to my raging fire. "Tell me, dammit."

With his hand running across his face and helping his neck to straighten, I knew the answer.

"Traitor," I called out.