My immediate reaction was to scream at her and demand the truth, but she was right. I had lost my father again tonight, the reverence I’d once felt for him was replaced with debilitating disappointment. It was worse than losing him to death. Al perception I’d had of him had been ripped away.
He was no longer God in my eyes, he was just a man; a flawed, corrupt man.
I considered Cynthia’s suggestion and nodded.
She lifted my chin. “I’m so sorry, Love.”
“I’ve got to get out of here,” I blurted, turning away from her touch. Everything I knew was a lie. I left her alone to fetch my coat.
“Where are you going?” she cal ed after me.
“For a walk,” I said, bundling myself inside my hat and gloves.
“It’s freezing outside, Nina! Be reasonable! Please let Robert drive you!”
I yanked my purse over my shoulder and jerked open the door. “I’l walk to the bus stop and catch a ride to Brown. I’l cal you when I get there.” I avoided her inevitably pleading eyes as I marched outside, slamming the door behind me.
Winter exploded in my face. The air was too cold to breathe, burning my nose and throat with each gasp of air that I took in. The wind had picked up and the large snowflakes whipped around me. My hair thrashed against my face and I squinted as the icy wind blurred my vision.
I tried to sort al of the new information, but the freezing air along with my anger blocked any rational thought I could have. I reached the end of the drive and trudged into the street, walking as fast as my legs could carry me. My home had become a dark, wicked thing where corruption and scandal took place. I couldn’t bring myself to look back, even though I had no intentions of returning.
When the painful burn from the wind began to wane to a numbing sensation, I heard a vehicle slow down beside me. I continued to walk; I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself or argue with Robert. He was less capable of changing my mind than my mother.
“Nina?”
I knew that voice. It belonged to the one person I wanted to see. When I came to a stop, so did his SUV.
“I’m taking the bus, Jared,” I said, looking straight ahead.
“No, you’re not. I’ve come to take you home.”
I stood perfectly stil except for the occasional weaving when the wind attempted to knock me over.
“Nina, it’s freezing outside,” he said, impatient.
When I didn’t budge, Jared opened his door and walked over to me. He stared at me for a moment and then bent down, sweeping me into his arms. He carried me to the passenger side, pressing his warm lips to my forehead.
He placed me gently into the seat and paused. “What were you thinking?”
I couldn’t utter a single word. I felt broken; it was al too much for me to accept in such a short amount of time.
Once in his seat, he turned the heater to its highest setting and pul ed forward. Occasional y, Jared would reach over and brush my hair back from my face, or hold his warm hand affectionately to my cheek, but the only sounds were the heated air blowing through the vents and the road under the tires.
The Escalade came to a stop on the street behind Andrews. Jared walked with me to the door in silence, but when I put my hand on the knob, he touched my arm.
“Nina, I know it’s a lot to take in, but he loved you.”
My eyes focused and I shot a glare at him. “You knew my father?”
Jared’s eyes tensed in anguish. “I know everything that he did…he did out of love for you, Nina. You were his world.”
“You don’t know anything about him,” I said through my teeth. “You don’t know anything about me, and unless you give me some answers, you can leave. I am sick of being lied to!”
“I’ve never lied to you,” Jared said, angry and shocked that I had dismissed him so easily.
“Why are you so secretive? Why do you always know where I am? How did you save us this morning? How did you do al of that?”
“This morning you were fine with not knowing al the details.”
“That was before I found out my entire life was a lie.” Angry tears overflowed and rushed down my cheeks. “I just need one thing in my life—just one —that I know is real. I need someone to be honest with me!”
“Nina,” Jared whispered, reaching out for me. I pushed him away and he winced. “Don’t do that. I’ve had to stand by and watch you cry so many times…I can’t do it anymore.”
“What does that mean?” I asked him, keeping him at arm’s length. “What do you mean you’ve watched me cry? Please just tel me the truth!”
Jared hesitated and then sighed. “I can’t. Believe me when I say I wish to God that I could, but I can’t.” His eyes were heavy with a lifetime’s worth of frustration.
“I believe you,” I said, opening the door. “I don’t want to see you anymore. Please leave me alone.”
“Nina….” Jared said. I met his eyes one last time before shutting the door behind me. He knocked twice. “Nina,” he said in a low, desperate tone.
I pressed my head against the door and let out a weak, muffled cry. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t worthy enough for the truth. Anger took hold of me again, and I pushed away from the door, making my way to my room.
Beth sat at her desk, clicking the keyboard on her lap top when I swung the door open. She jumped and turned when the door knob hammered against the wal .