Chapter 113: Unmoved
Even though Mirabel knew that, of course, she had to tell Alex, she just did not know how she was going to put it. She did not know the right way to express those words to him, and she knew that if she should be the one to tell him anytime from now, Isabella would remember. Of course, things would get very complicated, and she would be placed in the middle as the one who told him everything. She was not ready to be manipulated by the both of them and their relationship. She wanted Alex to find out for himself and see if he wanted the relationship with Isabella to go on or not.
Just then, Alex waved his hand in front of her face again.
"Are you fucking hearing me, Mirabel? I want the truth. Don't stand there thinking of how to lie to me because I know what the truth is. I just want to hear it from your mouth and confirm if it is the truth or if there is more to it. Do not look at me like that. Do not squeeze your face or think of how to lie to me. Just… just tell me to my face straight. What did Isabella do with James? I need to know. Don't let me go and investigate any further because you would be implicated in everything," Alex threatened as Mirabel laughed and raised her hands in the air, clapping them together.
"What do you expect me to say? What do you want me to say exactly? Because I am confused, Alex. Should I get in between your relationship? Yes, I might have glimpses of things that Isabella did, but I swear on my life I'm keeping my mouth shut because if she had done something and came to face me, I would do the same thing. You want to know what she did? Find out yourself. You want to know what exactly went wrong? Find out yourself. I don't know what is stopping you from investigating on your own. Why do you have to get it through me? Why do you have to get the words through me? Because I am not going to utter it," Mirabel yelled as Alex groaned even louder.
"You are my sister, for fucking sake. What if you're trying to tell me you're going to watch me suffer? You watched me fight over James. You know how it will affect me when I go back to school. You watched me do everything. Yet you are not telling me that Isabella has done something wrong. She has done something fucking wrong. You tell me the fucking truth. Don't hide it from me anymore. I can't question Isabella. For fuck's sake, she has forgotten. I don't even know if she has remembered that she's pretending because the way you two reacted just now, I know something is wrong, and I know she's remembering some things that you are still keeping from me. Mirabel, I am your bro. Don't forget it."
Alex was trying his best to calm himself down so it wouldn't be too obvious. I mean, Abel would not get too scared.
"What do you want me to say to you, Alex? What do you want me to do? I know nothing. It is just assumption. Yes, that night when you two had a long argument and whatsoever, I tried to settle it. Okay, I listened to her trying to explain to me that she was trying to be the best for you, and I compensated her. I told her to do better. That is all. There was nothing more to it. Nothing more, nothing less. What again do you want to hear from me? What other kind of language do you expect me to speak? I am telling you the truth, and you don't even believe me," Mirabel yelled as Alex became even more frustrated.
"Fine. You don't want to tell me anything. If I find out, I will blame you because I know you know. Why are you even doing this to me, Mirabel? I care for you, and you know that if you were in a situation like this, I would have attacked back. I would have made sure you were treated right. What if I get married to Isabella tomorrow and she's the wrong one for me? She is the bad one for me. What if what everyone is saying about her is true, and I couldn't even avoid it? Stop this thing you are doing, Mirabel. You are ruining my life by hiding the truth from me," Alex yelled again angrily, hoping she would cave, but Mirabel just shivered in fright.
"I don't know what to expect again from you. I don't know what to say. I don't know how else you expect me to put these words together, but I don't know anything. I know nothing about what she's doing, about her secrets. I know nothing. One thing I know is she and James have something together. I don't know what it is, too. I am making guesses. I am making assumptions. I don't know if she did it intentionally or James, but I know she and James had something to do together. That is all. If you are not taking me home, then unlock this car. Let me find a cab," Mirabel yelled, holding onto the door, hoping he would open it.
But instead, he just sat there, tapping on his wheel impatiently as his feet continued to beat up and down. Mirabel stayed silent, knowing another word from her could anger Alex as he continued to murmur some words to himself. He looked at her angrily and then unlocked the car.
"I don't think I can go back to that police station with you. I feel betrayed. I feel like you're not that sister that I thought I had, that sister I could count on. You are acting totally different, and I don't want that. I don't want you to do this for me. I can't believe we are breaking apart just because you refuse to tell me the truth. And you know what the fucking truth is?" Alex said angrily as Mirabel shrugged.
"I am sure when you find out in the future, you will get to know that I know nothing. You just don't want to trust me again as your sister, and I am doing everything, everything in my might to make sure that you find everything easy because I don't want you to pass through anything. But if you don't believe me, it is fine," Mirabel said, opened the car, slammed it aggressively, and stood waiting for a cab.
Of course, Alex knew that he had made quick assumptions and he could not just blame his sister. Even though everything was pointing to the fact that his sister was wrong, he still had to believe her. After all, she was his sister and nothing else. He honked the car angrily as she turned around with tears dripping down her cheeks. He slid down the passenger's window and poked his head even closer.