One by One

Chapter 5- Explained (Part 1)

"Sit down, tea or coffee? Or a soft drink? I hear that's what kids your age drink besides liquor", She said, pushing me onto the soft forest green couch.

"Tea is in my vocabulary today, not, what kids my age drink," I answer sheepishly. My sarcasm was definitely radiating off me today as I look at the disapproval in her face as she walks to the kitchen, I presume. She comes back after a few clangings and bangs.

"This is going to be long", she said, the puffs out a heap of breath and closes her eyes. She rubs her temples then adjusts her eyes onto mine. I just stare at her in amusement, she didn't feel like my mother yet she was. She didn't feel like killing me, yet she wanted to. I never thought I would be sitting opposite her in this house, yet I am.

"I can imagine," I said, hugging the warm cup to my palms to warm me up. I was ready for anything. She could tell me I'm not her real daughter and I wouldn't be surprised. I was ready, I'd been this way for what seems like forever. "Shoot".

"I married a man... who wasn't who he said he was," she said, glassy-eyed. "Your father, he... he wasn't the father you thought you knew". I look at her, confused at where this is leading to. I had so many questions yet, I wasn't ready to invade her with them. There was a lot more and I know she was reluctant and hesitant. "I thought I was ready". She starts bursting into tears and my mind tries to work the math but fails as there wasn't enough numbers to add up, I needed to know more. What is she trying to tell me?

'What are you talking about?" I ask, blank.

"God. I... I killed him Em," she cried. What? This can't be, what the hell is going on. My father was hit by a car. He died 6 days after my birthday. He died on the road. Hit. Rushed to the hospital. He didn't make it. She told me. She told me this.

I stand up, shock clearly painted wildly across my face. "Em, please hear me out first. I'm not done", She mumbles. I look at this woman and think I used to be afraid of her, but she was a softie underneath that armor she carries. She cried and I know this woman has a lot more to say, so I sit down. Giving her the benefit of an adult, I let her continue.

"Your father, he was a very bad man Em. He was part of a group and this group did cruel things. Your father was in it and I knew nothing about it". She took out a napkin and started dabbing at her wet face. "I was always wondering where all the money was coming from. One day, I found out what he was doing and I played along so you and I would be safe".

"What group are you talking about? What did they do that was so bad?"

"They killed for money. They are a group that kills innocent people and they will do whatever they can to keep their hands on money. I worked for them after I found out. Your father was part of it and they stole government information and they killed a lot of people. Remember the Sophie Young case? Where her body was amputated and her head was found at her doorstep? Your father did it with a few other man. They killed the innocent girl because her father was a rich man and they asked for a ransom and got it in the end but it was too late because they had already killed her. Emily, they raped her, 17 of them, over and over again, keeping her alive so they could watch her suffer. They laughed at her, they beat her and they tortured her. God knows what that girl went through. I was there, I had to watch and when I told your father what he was doing was not right, he shunned me away, slapped me and told me we would earn big bucks if we beat the shit out of the whore. I was... sick. I was sickened that I married such a man. And every crime they did was videotaped. They never failed to tape a murder or anything they were doing. After killing Sophie and a few other innocent boys, that was when I had it. That night, I went through all the computers and copied everything. I wanted to take it to the police but before I knew it, your father found out about what I did. He threatened to kill me in the most horrid of ways if I were to ever leak what happened so many years ago". My body went rigid. What I was hearing wasn't just news, this was sickening me. What kind of past did I have? How did I not know of this? My father, him. I loved him and I thought he loved me too. What was she telling me? Why now?

"Has the police ever found out about this?"

"I'm getting there. After I killed your father and stole all the proof, I knew they would come after the both of us. Especially you. That night when I was almost about to kill the both of us, I realized what they were doing needed to stop. I was giving up and after killing your father, I thought I was doing the right thing. I hid the proof very well, somewhere no one would look, and I thought if I killed the both of us, I would put you out of the misery they were going to cause us. After they found out I was put under the blacklist for attempted murder and was about to go for my trials, they framed me. They framed me for attempting to blow up our country. They made everyone think I was psycho. The arrested me and didn't even let me go for my trial. They put me down as mentally insane. I was ready to give up". She breathed in loudly. Staring blankly at the flower pot that sat sadly on the small coffee table, she continued.

"I fought my way through it, and after writing a plea which they let me, I explained the truth behind all this and they didn't believe me. I was "mentally insane", remember? Then soon after, a few of your father's friends that were also part of the group demanded I give them the drive. Or else they would come after you. I told them if they ever laid a finger on you, I would leak it and they couldn't kill me because they knew if they did, they wouldn't get my money. My father was a very rich man, which was the only reason your father married me. For the money. I believed he loved you though, I believed he did. I always questioned why you loved him more than you loved me". She smiled weakly at me before I shrugged, wiping a tear I didn't even knew I shed.

"How did you get out?" I asked after about a moment of silence lingered in the air causing the comfort I had in me to squeeze up and threaten to do weird things.

"I had to play smart. The nurses knew I wasn't insane. They helped me get out, they kept my case confidential and never let it out to the public. The woman that worked at that counter, she was new, she wouldn't have known. Anyway, they believed me and they believed I had a reason for doing the things I did. I escaped and took the first flight I could back to Germany. I needed to sort things out with your grandfather about the money and after that was done, I didn't know what I would have done if I came back into your life after so many years. You were leading such a good life and I didn't want to ruin it. I know you go by the name Brady now. I also understand why you didn't want to let go of your past, you were always a little clever girl but that was stupid of you. They knew you didn't have a sister and I know they've been watching you for years now thinking you have the drive". She looked down, melancholy, tugging at a loose string from a pillow.

"But... why now? After so many years?" I questioned, looking up at the ceiling trying to hold back more tears.

"Your father's alive".

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Hi everyone! I was feeling generous today, I hope you enjoy this chapter, this is basically all about her parents past and I will be posting up part 2 soon, maybe sometime this week. Hope you like it! 

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