Underlying Truths

Underlying Truths - Chapter Eight - "Revelation"

This whole chapter will be told in Will's POV. There's your surprise.

Surprised? ;D

This one is a long chapter. Will thinks...a lot. I debated cutting it into two separate chapters, but I figured that it wouldn't be quite as good if it were separate parts. This piece of work is better as a whole.

[This chapter of this story is dedicated to Ranmafan13 (: ]

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Underlying Truths - Chapter Eight - "Revelation"

(Will's POV)

Lying on my back on top of the midnight blue sheets of my bed hours after Carina had left that morning, I attempted to relax, my eyes tightly shut. Despite repeatedly trying to convince myself not to worry about Carina and that she was perfectly fine, my mind was fighting a losing battle. With each passing minute, I grew more and more worried about both her well-being and her safety. I absolutely didn't know where she currently was and I doubted anyone else did, for that matter. I didn't know whether I was just being overly paranoid or whether my gut feeling knew something I didn't.

I groaned out as my brain continued to debate which actions to take at the moment. I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I tried to fight away the growing frustration. I sat up and began to stand up from my bed just as I heard a car's engine growing louder by the second. I made my way to my street-facing window, seeing Carina's mother's car pull into their driveway. At that same moment, I decided that I would look for Carina. I wouldn't stop at anything to make sure that she was safe.

I ran down the stairs and hurriedly put on my shoes, my cargo shorts that I had paired with a plain white t-shirt feeling heavy as I tried to get out of my house as fast as I can. I heard my mom telling me that dinner was ready as I pulled our front door open to which I merely yelled back, as politely as I could, that I simply wasn't hungry. I was out of the house with our front door shut behind me before I could even hear a reply, if she had provided one, at least.

Mrs. Bellevue, Carina's mother, was pushing open their front door as I skidded to a stop next to her, panting. She raised an eyebrow at me before slipping into their house and silently inviting me in. As she set her things down in the living room and started turning on the lights through the house as she went, I finally evened out my breath enough to sufficiently gather myself together.

Clearing my throat, I asked, "Mrs. Bellevue, do you know where Carina is?"

Having absolutely no clue where Carina was just from that one sentence she had said to me before she sped away in her car, I figured that asking her mother where she had went wasn't the worst place to start.

Her eyes met mine for a moment before she answered. "She called me this morning telling me that she was spending the day and, possibly, night with a co-worker at the diner."

Carina's mom made her way to the kitchen and bustled around as I stood in the main foyer, right before the arch leading to the living room, pondering if that was the truth. As I contemplated Carina's alibi, it slowly dawned upon me that the information she had fed her mother was a lie. A well-constructed cover-up. She had clearly, whilst quite aggravated, told me this morning that I would know of her destination. Whether she meant it in a way meaning that I had been there before or I was the one who had instructed her to go there, I didn't quite know. Either way, I would have had knowledge of the place whether from familiarity or from acquired information. A co-workers home fit in neither of those categories, effectively calling her bluff. Despite the possibility that Carina might have lied to me, that is completely out of the question since she was one to never lie when she was aggravated. Any time that she possessed anger, frustration, or annoyance, all words she spoke were the complete and genuine truth.