Chapter 104
"Let me make things clear for you. Remember when we were kids and I told you I'd got lost in alley? Bobby found me and brought me here. Also that time after... Mom died, I came here. There's also so many other times that I've been here, just to clear my head. Bobby watches over me. He knows you but you don't him. I don't know how but... they're all good people, trust me. You can calm down now. We're safe. The problem is, why are we here? Meaning... our mom knew this place." I turn to face Bobby and squint my eyes. "Is there something you should tell me?" my smile fades and I cross my arms in front of my chest and cock my head to the side.
He clears his throat and rubs his overgrown stubble, then he sighs.
"Follow me inside. The night is still young and you have lots of stuff to know," he says and goes back through the gate and we follow suit. Boogie and the rest remain behind to guard and as we walk beside Bobby, I can see the familiar trailers, well arranged. There are a few people moving around, most of them are indoors, probably having dinner or enjoying some quality family time together. There are street lights in here so our path is visible to us now.
We finally get to a long hallway that leads to an enormous room filled with cars that have been covered up. There's more than ten cars here. At the front of the large room, there's a bench and we sit there.
"So, start talking," I say.
"Well, I knew your mother very well and–" Bobby begins.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew her?" I ask.
"I wasn't supposed to tell you I did. She's the one who said that you and your brother shouldn't know that we knew each other. It's quite a long story, Roxy. Just let me explain," he says.
"We're all ears," Vic says, gawking at Bobby who in turn smiles at him.
"I see you two are so similar. Anyway, before I say anything else, happy birthday Roxy," he says and my eyes go wide.
"How'd you know it's my birthday?" I question and he smiles again.
"I don't want to ruin the surprise, so I'll just ignore your question and no, your mother did not tell me," he responds and I scowl.
"Olivia?" Vic asks.
"No, not her either," he says.
"So you do know Olivia too, huh? What else do you know that we don't?" I stand up and clench my fists tightly that my fingernails are digging crescents into my skin.
He pats the bench.
"Please, be patient and sit down. There's no need to be livid," he huskily says and I sit back down on the bench.
"Alicia, your mother, was a strong woman. A woman of good words and a woman full of joy. She organized all of this, right before she passed away and through the help of your aunt, Olivia and other people, you're finally here and you're about to find out the truth that she has been keeping from you all these years," Bobby says.
What truth? What is he talking about? Mom told us everything before she died... Or was it not the whole truth? I gasp at the realization.
"Tell me, did you visit her in prison?" I question hesitantly.
"Yes, more than once–"
"Then tell us why we're here!" Vic is impatient. I can tell that Bobby is already getting on his nerves. "Why was Roxy's childhood painting at an art gallery? Are you behind all of this?" Vic squints his eyes at Bobby.
"No." Bobby raises his hands. "I am not in any way involved in this. It's a family matter and I'm only helping a friend out," he responds.
"A friend? What friend? Who is this friend? I want to know. Tell me now, I'm losing my patience Bobby and I don't like how your words aren't leading us to what we want to hear. So please, spare us the torture, we've been through hell and back, so do us a favor and make things easier. Tell me we won't have to go on another weird mystery solving adventure, following notes from an anonymous person whose initial is a letter 'S' and–" I pause and ponder.
No way! A thought just hit me and I realize that I might know who 'S' is.
"What's wrong?" Bobby asks when he sees my scowl.
"Bobby, does the initial 'S' stand for Scar?" I grit my teeth and my scowl hardens.
Bobby takes his time to reply.
"Who is Scar?" Vic asks, confusion is clear in his voice.
"I don't know Vic!" I shrug and gawk at Bobby. "But Bobby knows. All I know is that Scar is their leader and that he knows us, but I've never seen him. Bobby, answer my question, does the letter S in those notes, stand for Scar?" I growl.
He licks his lips and turns to face me.
"Yes. It's Scar," he confirms.
I gasp louder than I ever have in my entire life.
"Our mom knew Scar? How? Why didn't she tell me? Also, I've never told my mom that I've been here, so how did she know that I knew this place? Why didn't she–" I stand up and cover my mouth with my palm. "Oh my God, what is the meaning of this? I can't even join the dots. This is even more confusing."
"What's going on? I'm completely confused, who is Scar? Is he around? Does he have all the answers that we seek?" Vic asks and moves to stand right beside me, one arm over my shoulder.
"I'm glad you asked," Bobby says and he stands up from the bench and smiles, "he's right behind you," Bobby says and I turn around to see a man in a long, black cloak, a black fedora lowered at the front to cover his face and he has a large shiny ring on his right hand. His eyes are focused on his feet.
The temperature suddenly becomes icy and my hands are sweaty.
Why isn't he saying anything, why isn't he moving?
"Scar?" I take a keen step towards him.
"I have no time to waste here," Vic says and moves swiftly past me and rudely takes off Scar's fedora revealing a mixture of black and grey hair. When he lifts his face to reveal his identity, Vic and I gasp at the same time and Vic almost stumbles on his feet trying to move away from the man in front of us. He has a large scar below his right eye and his face is grim. He looks like...
"Dad?"
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