Novacane (GxG)

TAKE 26

I let out a deep shaky sigh. 

I managed to arrive late for dinner with the Montero's. 

Mainly because I needed to fully process this. 

Process it before I say something reckless to someone who I pray is innocent. 

I adjust my soft orange button-up over my white long-sleeve shirt. 

My hands smooth down my matching soft white pants before sliding on my thick glasses. 

I exit the back of the Rolls Royce as my heart beats rapidly in my chest. 

I run my shakey palm over my dark hair that's smoothed back into a low bun as I gather my emotions. 

It's not what it looks like I'm sure of it. 

I walk into the Montero's large cream estate as I follow the faint chatter echoing the walls. 

He didn't do it, Selene. 

Not over something so small. 

"Selene! Glad to see you're joining us!" Andre's deep voice chirps as I walk quietly into the room. 

I slide my thick glasses off of my puffy eyes as I sit next to my girlfriend whose dark eyes stare at me with concern. 

I pray her brother didn't do what I think he did. 

"How does it feel to finish filming?" Kamala asks lightly as her dark eyes lock with my heavy ones across from me. 

I shrug silently. 

I don't think I can form any words right now. 

"Selene, why were you late?" My dad asks curiously.

My parents sit across from me as they seat closer to Aisha and Andre. 

All I can think is—If Denali is who I think he is...

My parents are sitting in a room with their son's murderer. 

Aisha tilts her head, "Wrapping up can be exhausting, remember those days Dre?" she tries to fill the silence as I stare around blankly. 

My stomach drops when my dark orbs land on Denali who's sitting directly across from Devyn and me. 

"Yes I actually don't miss those days," Andre confesses lightly as he takes a sip of his water. 

Devyn places her warm hand softly on my thigh causing my anxious body to flinch. 

"Mon amour is everything okay?" she asks softly with concern. 

I feel my breathing grow shallow as I recall the letter my dead older brother never got to mail to me. 

"Denali..." I trail off as I force my weak voice to appear strong. 

The man's dark eyes meet mine. 

"You didn't tell me that you knew Omari," I point out as my dark orbs analyze his blank face. 

I grow unsettled when his once blank face drops slightly.

"I-well we were going for the same role," he tries to explain quietly. 

The room grows eerily silent as I stare at Denali intensely. 

"It happens a lot in the industry," Andre adds as I stare directly at his son. 

Denali nods silently.

I shake my head as my eyes grow glossy.

No-no he's not lying to me right now.