Fatal

35| Truth Hurts

I asked Rafael to bring me home, Marco texted me earlier today. He said that they're holding a meeting about Farid and Ian. Everyone will be there. The Polish, Korean, Spanish, Australians and even the Lebanese. Yes, Farid will be there.

Nour tried calling me but to be honest, I don't want to talk to anyone.

When I'm angry, I kill. It's all I've known.

I walked into the conference room, Rafael stood beside me. Everyone's heads turned to us, Abdul looked down immediately.

"Let's get this over with" Marco spoke, he patted the seat beside him which I politely accepted. Rafael kept his hand on my thigh the whole time.

I looked over to Farid, who was staring daggers at me. His face was bruised and still bloody.
Ian tried to look at me, I couldn't even stand to face him. He's a cock.

"Okay..." Farid spoke. "I did it, but you shouldn't blame Ian."

"Ian knew and he didn't tell anyone, that's enough for me" I told him.

"Look De Luca, you and I may not see eye to eye but that's your brother. You have to forgive and let go, he was only protec-"

"Protecting you. Not anyone else" I interrupted him. Farid let out a frustrated sigh, as if I cared.

"Briella, just listen to him" Scar sternly told me.

"Don't talk to me" I scorned back, flipping him off. "Raise your hand if you think I should forgive my brother."

Only the Farid's raised their hands, even my brothers didn't raise theirs.

"And explain to me why I should forgive him" I said to Farid.

"Because he didn't do it!" Farid's frustration showed from a mile away.

"But he knew!" Jakub shouted, I gave him a slight reassuring smile.

"Okay, Ian, justify your reason."

Ian looked down to his hands, fidgeting with them. "I wasn't protecting him, I didn't know how to say it..."

"How about 'guys, it was Farid' that sounds pretty good to me" Hayoon-Aera said.

"No it wasn't like that...Farid and I were together" Ian explained. "I broke up with him when I found out he done it!"

"That doesn't explain why you didn't fucking tell us Ian!" Damon shouted.

"If you weren't my brother," I calmly said. "I would've beheaded you, cut your balls off...if you have them, slit your throat then throw you down a flight of stairs."

Everyone's face completely dropped by my words, Jakub childishly chuckled. You see, I want to forgive him but only because he's my brother. I've listed the pros and cons and there's more cons. So no, I will not be forgiving him.

"I'm stepping down from the mission...until I've fully recovered" I told everyone, I looked over to Marco, he happily nodded. He kept telling me to rest and take care of myself but I was being stubborn.

"I'm leaving Marco in charge, but I will be back" I says. I stood up and walked out of the room, I could feel all of their eyes on me.

I walked to the living room, finding Karima, Nour and Hala.

"Oh Brie!" Karima shouted. "I'm so so so deeply sorry about my boys, you had every right to do what you did to Farid."

"Thank you Karima, I really appreciate it" I smiled before taking a seat beside Nour.

"I tried calling you! Where have you been?!" Nour asked me while slightly hugging me.

"I'm staying with Rafael until I've recovered, I can't stand to see Ian's face in this goddamn house."

Ian's actions completely confuse me, how he hid the truth for several months. I hate having to feel this way towards him, but a little voice in my head keeps telling me that I'm doing the right thing. I've been having dreams of mama, she's been telling me that I'm on the right path. Maybe Ian is more like Jason than I thought.

He knows what I've been through, he knew what I had to handle. But yet, he still couldn't tell anyone the truth. I nearly fucking died! But he thought of the attempted murderer first, not his sister. His own blood, the sister who was missing for years upon years.

This year has really revealed a whole lot of truths for me. I don't know what will happen to Ian, he's still our brother after all...

I hope he knows how much he's effected his family, how much unnecessary hurt he's caused. I never thought he would've done something so immature before, but I guess I was wrong.

Last night, I had another dream of my mother...

"It's about time the truth came out!" Mama said, braiding my hair.

"It hurts though....that's my brother" I softly spoke.

"I told you, sometimes the people who are the closest to you, hurt you the most."

It's true. I wouldn't care if Farid's siblings kept it from me but my own brother? That fucking hurts like hell. He seen the state Farid put me in, yet he said nothing.

Justification seems to be lost in translation because I still don't understand a fucking thing.