-it was never about love.2 months before the court session
- Believe me, you should stay here, - I kept telling her holding her shoulders and looking into her eyes.
- I have been running from the Goverment for almost 15 years, Craig. I know what to do.
- No, you don't. Now O'Donell knows exactly who you are and he won't stop untill he finds you.
- It's a matter of time. He will find me anyway. I have to prepare myself.
- But you don't have to do it alone, Rhi! - finally I shouted. - I don't want Daniel's sacrifice to be gone for good!
- How dare you remind me about Daniel? - she stepped back and pointed on me. - It was you who left him alone there. We don't even know whether he is dead or alive!
- How dare you, Rhi, remind me about it everyday? - I started feeling really angry. Angry with the situation, with her, with my uncle, with myself, with everything. I felt burning from the the inside with that anger. - If you think that you're the only one upset in here then you've mistaken.
- Stop shouting on me! Stop accusing me on everything!
- I haven't even started! What's wrong with you, Rhi? Why don't you understand that the things are just getting worse and we have to do something with that finally. I'd rather you admitted that this time the situation is not under your control!
And only then I realised that I finally understood her. I was looking at her and I didn't see a strong woman who could commit a cold-blooded crime. I saw a little girl who just wanted a calm life without any "Anonymous" thing.
- Rhia, please, - I started calmly. - Just stay here for a while. I will find out what we can do next. Probably Dave is still alive and one day a folder with his case will appear on my table.
- Okay, - she sighed. - Promise me that we will find Danny. I won't be able to leave it like this. And if your uncle has done something to him...
- I will find out, Hawk, - I finished her phrase and kissed her in the forehead.
It wasn't about love.
It was about our survival.
***
When they announced her name for a while I thought that I misheard them.
"No", - I thought, - "No. It's not about her. I've mistaken. Rhi is alright, it is all about another Rhiannon Hawkledge, it is just my dream or anything else. It is not about her".
But every time I started convincing myself about it I remembered that I had already checked out the flat where I was hiding her. There were no signs of her presence - just a crashed door lock. If it wasn't about me and my uncle there wouldn't be any signs of anybody. But uncle Clive made everything to show me that he was going to win his Game that he had been playing for almost 15 years.
@темы:
-creating something,
-Anonymous