Teach Me {Completed}

Chapter 11

After the long tense conversation, I drove her to my father's place.

At the time it seemed okay, I guess. that no one would come here. It's not like anything bad happens in this neighborhood anyway. But it's not like one of those gated community that you have to check in to actually get in.

It was way simpler them that.

I drove a couple blocks down from his place. Just in case we were being followed, I wanted them to be confused, and give me a chance to figure out who it was before anything else could happen.

No one was.

As soon as we stepped foot inside my dad's house, the questions came flying out her mouth.

I walked into the closet that was right under the stair case ignoring her. I didn't know what I was looking for, I just knew something had to be there.

It was locked.

And I mean literally locked.

It's a good think I kept 2 bobby pins in my hair. You never know when you'll need it.

I put both of them into the key lock, when she called for me.

"Who's house is this? " she asked. I turned around trying to find her until my eyes fell over her. She walked about the living room, looking at the pictures, touching anything her hands could grabbed or hold.

"My father's. "

"Your dad's? " she blinked a couple of times nonstop, with widen eyes as if she was shocked.

"Why?" I asked, standing up.

"I don't know, I guess I expected a mansion or something. "

I shook my head. "He doesn't like to flaunt his money like that. "

She nodded her head, looking back at the pictures. "Why is he in almost all the pictures around your house?"

"Who?" I questioned, walking over.

In her hand was a picture of Damien and I. I was wearing my green and white cap n' gowns from graduation day, and Damien arms were around during my shoulders. Both of us had a smile on our face.

I remember that day too. It was the same day my father told me he was sick and that he wanted me to take over.

I didn't know what to think about that, but the fact that I was now seen on a higher post.

I quickly regain consciousness of where I was, and answered her question. "He's my best friend. "

"Oh."

That's all she said. I raised a brow at her unenthusiastic voice while she sat the picture down, and watched as I walked back to the closet.

I bend down, getting back to work. It took a few minutes before the lock clicked, and it opened.

As soon as I heard that clicking sound I whispered a loud yes to myself. Not too loud for her to hear and come over to ask more questions because it was becoming to annoying.

I walked in and turned on the lights. The place was a mess. Sheets of paper was scattered all over the ground as I looked around.

There were brown boxes on the shelves with written labels. I scanned the area until my eyes fell down to the contacts.

His personal contacts.

My father is old fashion. Instead of updating all his files to a flash drive or something, he keeps them in boxes with his hand writing all over them too. Making it so obvious if ever someone need any information.

I guess the only good thing about it is that it's locked, but if your like me who's had years of training. It's a piece of cake.

I grabbed the box, and sat down on the ground with crossed legs, skimming through the files.

When I found it, it held it up to my face reading every word on it.

Termination.

There's also the fact that the boxes he labels aren't really label correctly. You just have to learn which is with.

And in my hand I had the solution to my problems, and a way to leave her without letting her get hurt.

Plus I actually might get to still join their soccer team. And I'm pretty sure letting her die will eliminate my chances.

So in conclusion, we all win.

Some more than others.

But we're all alive.

I walked up to the living room and leaned on the wall, while she looked out the window with folded arms on the couch.

"I found it."

"Found what?" She didn't turn around. Her eyes were outside as if she was scanning the area.

"The solution to all my problems."

"Your problem. Glad to see I'm held up so high." She says sarcastically with a scoff at the end.

"Do you want to hear it or not?"

She turns to me with a smile. "I'm listening."

I sighed. "Okay, so these papers literally tell me how to end everything." I stopped myself skimming through the words. "All we have to do is follow the instructions as they say right here, and all our problems will be solved."

"So if we listen to a bunch of papers in your hand I'm scott free."

I shaked my head. "Not entirely. I mean yes it grants you your freedom, but it's really up to a how it's all planned out. Especially when my father gets back."

"So in other words, even if I do do all those things written down, I shouldn't start celebrating. "

I nodded.

She turned back to the window, suckling her teeth. "Great!" She sang.

"Hey its not so bad if you think about it."

She got off the couch, shoving right past me. I held my shoulder, as she just stated at it before heading up the stairs.

I smiled at it, before calling after her. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere!" She says, throwing her hands to the side.

"It's my house!" I states.

"It's your dad's house, call it that!"

I rolled my eyes, groaning.

Why can't she just be grateful?

I ran up the stairs after her. She walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I gently knocked on the door, asking her to open up.

"I'm in here." She sangs.

All I could think about was her singing. I didn't get why she was all of a sudden singing when this wasn't the time to be musically talented.

"I'm not here to look. Just hurry up. The faster we get this over with, the faster I can go enjoy my life without your guilt all over me."

Instantly the door opens, all all creepy smile appears on her face. "Finally something we agree on."

Again she shoves pass me down the stairs.

"You're very rude." I say.

"Yeah, well I'm french."

I couldn't help but laugh a bit at her comment. "What does that even mean?" I asked.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

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