Dollhouse (OG Version)

twenty-three

"You have been strong," I say, forcing her to keep her eyes on me.

"Clearly, that's not true. I mean, look at me. I'm a mess," she replies. The tears return. I press a kiss against her forehead.

"The Genesis I met has always been there... for her siblings. For the ones you love most. Hell, even for your father. God knows he doesn't deserve it. Just because I don't condone what he does, it doesn't mean I'll back down from the promise I made him."

"What did you promise him?" She asks. There's a weakness in her voice that I do not like.

"That I would always be there for you," I say. But atlas, a failed attempt to make her feel better.

Genesis humorlessly laughs again. "I don't know which one of us three is the most deceiving. Him for trying to get us together so he could stay with everything you hold dear. Me for taking his opportunity of a grandchild behind his back to keep you safe. Or you for keeping a promise that'll get you killed if you fail now that you hate me. Perhaps you should back out of your oath. I suffer from depression. My thoughts run wild every once in a while. 'Being there for me' won't be an easy task."

~ 🦋~

The sound of a rubber band snapping grips my attention. Genesis snaps the band again and again. The closer we get to our destination the more constant they become. Reaching across the seat, I grab her hand in mine. Linking our fingers, I hope to give her some comfort. But she doesn't relax. I don't expect her to. This is a big step. A step to freedom.

Our arrival to the FBI headquarters is smooth. An agent waits for us at the parking garage and leads us inside. Gray concrete turns into a sleek black floor. The sound of our footsteps echo in the halls. Genesis never let go of my hand. I give her a small squeeze - one she responds back.

"It will be okay," I tell her.

She nods.

We're led into an office where two additional agents stand in wait. Their black suits almost make them intimidating. Almost, if I wasn't used to having meetings with men who wear exactly this. But one look towards Genesis tells me she's ready to bolt. Just as she had that day when Sheriff Starke came to talk to me.

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together.

The agents introduce themselves to us. They know why we're here. They know why Genesis is here. Alba had done a great job in getting this meeting in place for her. Genesis had told me what they had planned before Alba strangely disappeared. A disappearance I learned was work-related.

This meeting would start the chain reaction that needed to happen. Bringing down both of their father's was not going to be an easy task. Alba's father is meant to fall first. Then Genesis' father Adrian. Both of them would have to atone for their sins.

"Cain Callahan is dead," one of the agents points out whilst they're well into the discussion about the immunity Genesis is asking for. Being allowed to listen to this conversation gives me an insight to the things I'd been missing. I had only looked at the surface. Been breaking my head over the past couple of weeks trying to figure out why Genesis would keep something like this from me. But I see it now. She always had a plan.

"He's not," Genesis smiles small. Almost in a smirk. "He's very much alive and in that place with her. Cain has been there the entire time. But... something tells me you already knew that. Your undercover agent, perhaps?"