"We need to talk," I said while signing to the girl in front of me. She nodded frowning, confusion evident in her purple eyes.
My stomach turned in knots as I took out one of the files my father sent and put in on the table in front of us. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the document and her fists clenched. I didn't expect her to glare dangerously at me and sign so fast I barely caught what she said.
"You looked me up?" she asked.
"No, but my father did in an attempt to break us up."
"So what are you gonna do now? Have my brother arrested like everyone wants? If you do I'll never forgive you, no matter what your reasoning is."
"I'm not," I signed, looking her dead in the eye. "I want to hear the story from you. All this time I've noticed you chose not to talk about your family and I've purposefully let it slide, knowing you'd tell me on your own time. Now my father has just sped up the process a bit. I'm not judging. I would just like to know the facts, or at least as much as you can tell me."
Her eyes stared narrowed at me, calculating whether or not to tell me. I probably lost some of her trust in a way, but considering she hasn't dumped me yet I'll assume she doesn't hate me.
I saw her posture relax, and I had to pay close attention as she signed her story. "So you've read some of the details; three years ago my parents were murdered and my brother is a suspect. I'll tell the specifics. I was there the night it happened." I sucked in a breath as she continued. "I was coming home from work, so it was nighttime. I had text mom ahead to let her know I'd be a bit late because I knew we need some groceries and I offered to pick them up on the way home. When I arrived, the house was pitch dark. I became suspicious because dad always leaves the lights on in the house when he knows i'll be coming home late. I put my bag of groceries down and slowly walked up the stairs. As soon as I reached the top, I saw blood on the walls."
She stopped for a moment, eyes glazing over. I waited patiently until she was ready to continue. "I immediately called 911 and just told them my address, that I was deaf, and to get to the house as soon as they could. I didn't bother staying on the phone with them since I wouldn't be able to hear anything they said to me. When I reached my parents' room, I saw their bodies. My mom was tangled in her sheets covered in blood while my dad was laid over his working desk. I was so terrified that I turned to run out of the room, but didn't know there was another person behind me."
I grabbed her hand and gently rubbed my finger across it, knowing this was difficult for her. She smiled slightly at me before I let go so she could continue.
"I looked right at him before he knocked me out with chloroform. He wasn't my brother. It was a completely different person entirely. I don't care if it was nighttime and a bit dark; the person that killed them wasn't Kenta. The only reason he's a suspect is because when the police came Kenta had our parents' blood on him from trying to revive them and he was shaking me to wake up, knife sitting a few feet away from us. If the police knew how to do their damn jobs they'd know the DNA doesn't match. I gave them my report but they don't trust me much since I was knocked out."
Once she stopped talking, I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. She relaxed into my embrace and we simply sat there, not saying a word. I thought she'd cry, but she didn't shed a tear.
"He's the only family I have left Sasuke," she said speaking. "He's not a killer. Even now when everyone suspects him, he helps me out whenever he can. He loves me, and he loved our parents. I know he didn't kill them."
We both pulled away from each other, and I saw such strength and determination in her eyes. Her mind was set, and no one could change it.
"Well then," I started. "I guess I'll have to meet your brother sometime. I am your boyfriend after all and the man of the family has to approve right?"
She giggled and shook her head. "Don't push it."