Chapter67

"What did he do?", Rita croaked. "You really don't want to know", he said. "I do, just spit it out", Rita said. She was getting more impatient and every minute kept in suspense was eating her up. Deep down, she had a feeling that her father didn't tell her the whole truth and now, this man just confirmed it. "Your father caused the death of the other founding members", he said, finally. It was as if Rita's whole world was coming to an end. She swayed on her seat as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. She didn't want to believe him but knowing who her father was, she had no doubt he was capable of that. "No.. I don't believe this", she croaked. "I guess he told you they died in a plane crash right?",he chuckled. All the colour on her face drained upon hearing this. There was no doubt now that this man was telling the truth. "But how..?",she stuttered. "I don't know. Maybe daddy could help", he mocked. Rita ignored this, focusing on the words he said. She stared at Ramirez but the security man gave no sign that he was affected by this. She stared at the other man but he also gave the same expression. Suddenly, the place was too hot for her to stay. She stood up abruptly, swaying from the dizziness. It seemed as if more and more secrets concerning the people in her life resurfaced each day. "Going so soon", Nicholas chuckled. "Our meeting here is over. I have nothing else to say to you", she said. Nicholas chuckled, rattling the chains that bound his hands together. For a minute, Rita thought he was going to attack her but then, she noticed that it would be impossible as he was literally shackled to the chair. "Have a nice life Miss Anderson", he mocked. "And I hope you rot in jail where you truly belong", Rita said before making her way out. The security men followed her out, climbing into the car with her. As they made the journey home, Rita's mind was filled with everything she had heard. "Ramirez, don't tell my parents what you heard", she said. The security man nodded, quiet understanding what she meant. It wouldn't do him good if he ratted out on her especially since he had formed quite a strong bond with her. Rita knew what to do but she only hoped that none of her plans will bounce back on her. Rita knew she had to tell somebody about what she heard but she didn't quite know who to tell. The issue was a very sensitive one and there was no telling what would happen if the information fell into the wrong hands. As she thought about it, Camille's name popped in her mind. If there was one person she could trust, it was her. She was also sure of getting good advice from her on how best to handle the case. Rita picked up her phone, deciding to call the woman whom she could proudly call her friend. "Hi Camille", Rita said, smiling into the phone. "Oh, hello dear. How have you been?", she asked. "I've been good. Please, I need to see you. Are you still in your friend's house", Rita said. "Oh no, I got back to my house yesterday. Is anything the problem dear?",she asked. "I'm afraid yes, I need to talk to you about something", Rita said. "Oh my gosh! Is it Rodrigo?", she croaked. "No... No, it's not Rodrigo", Rita said. She couldn't live with it if Camille thought Rodrigo was dead, it would make her sad, knowing there was nothing she could do to bring him back. "Okay, whatever it is dear I'm all ears", she said. "I was hoping to see you... I mean, to discuss one on one", Rita said. "No problem dear, you're free. Please, come over. I've also missed your home made spaghetti", Camille chuckled. "I promise, when I'm done telling you everything, I'll make some for you", Rita smiled. "Thank you. I'll be expecting you dear", Camille said before cutting the call. Rita placed her phone on the table, throwing on some clothes. She took her bag from the rack she hanged it and was prepared to leave when her phone gave a shrill sound, indicating she had a call. Rita picked up the phone, swiping the screen open. The caller ID showed that it was Theresa calling. Rita gulped, feeling guilty. "Hello", she sighed. "Did you really think you wouldn't tell me about your visit to the police station?", Theresa began. "I know, I'm a bad friend. I got caught up with everything that happened yesterday, I'm sorry", Rita said. "Rita, I'm your best friend and I think I deserve to know everything that's been going on. That's what friends do", Theresa said. "I'm sorry... I promise I'll make it up to you, I promise", Rita said. Theresa remained quiet for a long time. Rita could tell that she was thinking about her words, she hated feeling this way, hated the guilt that overshadowed her. Theresa is her best friend but yet, she still found it hard to tell her everything that's going on. "Will you be coming to Mateo's birthday party tomorrow?", she asked. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure. Theresa, you wouldn't really understand everything that's happening right now. I have a lot on my hands that need my whole attention. But I promise, I'll try to be there. Even though I don't stay for the whole event, I'll try to make an appearance", Rita said. She needed to assure her that she would be coming. It wouldn't do her good if she just told her straight off that she would miss the party. Theresa would never forgive her for that and that was something she desperately wanted to avoid. "Okay, just be careful. I love you no matter what happens, your happiness is all that matters and you shouldn't trade it for anything else okay", Theresa said. "Okay, thank you Theresa. I swear, I'll make it up to you", Rita promised.