The Final Secret

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Will Susan learn the truth about her parents?

Submitted: August 09, 2015

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The Final Secret

By Joseph Logsdon

Lawrence was on his deathbed, impatiently waiting for the end to come. The clock taunted him, laughed at his inability to die peacefully. His daughter, Susan Scott, stood beside the bed. She was crying, which was rather strange, because she didn’t even love him. Lawrence had always been a cold man, unworthy of love and affection. He loved nobody, he cared for nobody. He was empty, devoid of all substance. Who would remember him? His life was meaningless, his potential wasted.

Guilt flooded his heart. He kept a secret, of the dangerous variety. The secret had been eating away at him, literally killing his heart. By telling Susan the truth, he hoped to earn her forgiveness. He stared into her beautiful eyes, helpless and afraid. She was his daughter, the only one he had. Lawrence smiled, he smiled because of her. There was this strange silence, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Susan stared at him, disappointment in her wounded eyes.

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Susan confessed, squeezing his hand.

“Sorry? For what?”

“I don’t know, I just am. You seem sad, sadder than usual. It makes me wonder, why didn’t you love me?”

“I did love you, I loved you more than anything else in the world. The facts remain, I’m not a good man. I neglected you, and for that, I’m truly sorry. We can’t go on like this, neither of us can. One thing’s for sure, I must tell you the truth,” he whimpered.

Susan looked at her father, scanned him very closely. She glared into his eyes, positive that he was telling the truth. He showed sincerity, a quality he rarely revealed to people. He rose out of the bed, stronger than ever before. He grabbed her hand, his fingers pressing into her skin. Susan remained calm, fascinated with what she was seeing.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time, longer than I care to admit,” Lawrence stated.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know why, I guess it was because I was afraid. You were young, far too young to know the truth. I thought, hoped, that this day wouldn’t come. You’re not ready, you’ll never be ready. I’m dying, and dead people can’t talk. Everything I did, I did out of love. Think what you want, it’s the truth,” Lawrence stated.

“I’m confused, how was it love? You were always gone, always twenty miles down the road. There’s this thing, it’s called taking responsibility. Mom raised me, all by herself. I’ll always love her, long after you’re rotting in your grave,” she hissed.

Lawrence started to cry, shattered by what he had just heard. He clenched his chest, just barely keeping himself from losing his balance. His heart was broken, in more ways than one. He looked at her beautiful face, ashamed of hiding the truth from her.

“She’s not completely innocent, you know. She was born in the streets of Chicago, to a family with no money. You didn’t know that, did you? I found her, gave her a new life, made a real woman out of her. She’d be nothing without me, same goes for you,” he grunted.

“What does that mean?”

“When I found Megan, she wasn’t alone. It just so happened, she was pregnant with a child. This child wasn’t mine, because I hadn’t touched her. The father had died, under mysterious circumstances. I claimed responsibility for the child, that way no one would ever suspect. How does it feel, to know that you’ve been raised by a murderer?”

Susan sighed, taken aback by what she had heard. In a matter of minutes, her world had been turned upside down. She was speechless, stripped of all words. Her mind raced and raced, undone by simple words. They were like daggers, sharp and painful.

“Compared to words, sticks and stones aren’t too bad,” she whimpered.

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Is it the truth? You’ve been lying to me my entire life, so why should I believe you? I know what you’re doing; you’re trying to turn me against her. It’s just like you, the way you try to deceive people. I’m telling her, that’s all there is to it,” Susan informed, heading towards the door.

“If you do that, you’ll regret it. You seem to have forgotten, I’m not done talking. There’s more I have to say, much more,” Lawrence exclaimed.

“What could you possibly tell me, that I’m the daughter of an alien?”

Lawrence didn’t respond. He grabbed his chest, opened his mouth, and died. His empty eyes stared at her, dead and lifeless. Susan stood in the room, speechless. What was he going to say? Susan asked herself that question, eventually giving up. With her head held high, she left the room. The house was dark and empty. Susan crept down the hall, anxiety flowing through her. Her mother, Megan, was just a few doors down. There was a sigh of relief, swiftly followed by a sigh of panic. Could it be that he was telling the truth?

Susan stopped at the door, hesitant to go inside. There was a clicking sound, proceeded by an empty silence. Susan had never known pure, agonizing fear. She was afraid of her mother, of all people. How did it come to that? Susan gently opened the door, wisely gazing directly into the room. Megan stood on the carpet, her fingers on the gun. Susan gasped, helpless and afraid as the gun targeted her heart.

“Mom, what’s the meaning of this?”

“Shoot first, ask questions later,” Megan grunted.

The gun went off, the bullet penetrating her body. Susan fell on the floor, all thought leaving her mind. Megan got down on her knees, satisfied with what she had accomplished. She held Susan in her arms, softly stroking her hair.

“He shouldn’t have told you, the fool. He knew I would kill you, once you learned about my plan. It was easy, I simply poisoned him over the period of many months. How he found out, I don’t know. He got sick, just in time for me to cover my tracks. I’m sorry, Susan, I didn’t think it would come to this. Look on the bright side, you’ll soon be reunited,” Megan laughed.

“You mean, you were poisoning him?”

“Why? Didn’t he tell you?”

“He only told me that I wasn’t his daughter. I swear to God, he never said anything about you poisoning him,” Susan cried, the light leaving her eyes.

Megan stopped smiling. Her daughter was dead, all because of her lack of judgment. Megan screamed, anger replacing contentment. She tossed the gun on the other side of the room, relieved to get rid of it.

“The first one was easy, the second one was hard,” she cried.

The End

 


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