That night, sleep never came. I ended up staring at the dark ceiling all night long. At the crack of dawn, I showered and changed into some clean clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw dark circles under my eyes. I left my room shortly after and walked slowly toward the dining hall where there was food. I heard loud voices from inside, so I put my ear to the door and listened carefully.
"Tell me exactly what happened," Caine demanded.
"I told you! I'm not really sure. All I know is that one second she was herself and then the next, she wasn't. She was screaming in pain and her mind seemed to be somewhere else. I think she saw images of m-m-my childhood." Drake stuttered. I heard footsteps running down the hall and someone knocked into my shoulder, hard and kept on going. I smashed into the wooden door and I heard silence in the other room. Busted. The door opened and I walked in slowly and cautiously.
"We were just discussing last night," Caine smirked. "But it seems your already know." I didn't say anything. "So, tell me. What exactly did you see when you from you know, Drake's childhood?" I turned toward Drake who was as pale as a ghost. All the anger had drained from his face and was replaced with worry.
"I don't remember," I lied. Caine turned toward Drake and saw how Drake was now looking paler and paler by the second.
"Alex, ignore him. Don't worry about Drake. He won't lay a hand on you because if he does . . . he will be dealing with me." Caine threatened. I didn't know what to do. I really wished Diana or Jack were here, but they weren't. It was just the three of us. If I didn't tell Caine, he would kill me. If I did tell Caine, Drake would kill me. Either way, I lost.
"I-I saw Drake's childhood," I began choosing my words carefully. "I saw lots of images of how he was as a child. You know, how he acted and all. There were so many images and they were moving so fast that I didn't get to see what was going on in most of them. The pain was so overwhelming that I wasn't focusing on the images. " I swallowed. "It was like I was in his head. I think I can read a person's life story if I ever get mad enough at a person. It has never happened before, but I have never been so mad at someone before." I said sticking to the truth the best I could. There was a long silence.
"How did Drake act as a child?" Caine wondered. The question took me off guard and he saw that in my expression.
"Well," I started, not looking at Drake's glare. "He was a very mysterious child. He didn't get into trouble much until about the age of 10, but before that he was pretty much normal." I gulped.
"Very well, then." Caine said statified. "You may go." I nodded and left without another word. I didn't know if Caine bought it, but it looked like he did. If I ever told Caine the real truth about Drake, not only would Drake kill me, but I would be releasing his secret past that no one knew about. If Caine and Diana knew, I don't know if Drake would be mocked or humiliated; probably both.
