Truth or Dare (S1 Sp.16-12)

"What have I done!?" I didn't want to say it, but I said it anyway!

Rose: Why did I say this? - For my look noticed how angry I was.

Joan: Rose, please, you don't understand…

Rose: Of course I don’t. You don't explain, you just get what you want. - Wanted to talk about Elizabeth, I wanted her to know that the first time I saw Mikhael was at the mausoleum of her family and I knew it. I couldn’t remember it but knew that. Let hatred consume me and wanted her to see. Wanted her to realize that this is not the way. She couldn't play with my mind and get away with it. – Let me out. I’ll scream! Let me out!

I wiped the tears from my face with my hands, didn't want the girls to see me like this. I wouldn't let Joan do this again. If she does not respect our friendship there was nothing I could do to keep us together.

I went down to the girls forgetting the blankets. Shortly after appeared Joan with three in her hands.

I know I won't forget this moment, Joan forcing me to do something I didn't want to, although I couldn't avoid feeling offended, and in spite of all, she did what hurt the most was her lack of confidence in us.

We were all here, around the table, heated by the flannel blankets, dining, exchanging conversations, with smiles. I was quiet, thoughtful, this truth that pressed my throat, wasn't mine to share… "How can Joan change this way?!"

Dianne: Rose, are you okay? You didn't say anything for the whole dinner.

Rose: Oh, sorry girls. I'm worried about Kat. My mom said it's all right, but it's hard not to feel a little guilty.

Dianne: I know the feeling. Tomorrow we're with our little ones.

The truth is that throughout the dinner my thoughts wandering in search of answers, recalling what happened. "She didn't want me to know who he is, why? But now I have no doubt he is important to her, Seth and Mikhael are in fact the same person. He is the key to this puzzle."

Dianne: We have the rest of the night off, any idea?

Rose: Yes! We could play "Truth or Dare"!

Monic: Hey, good idea! I know there's some confession to make around here. Love's in the air... - Said humming heading the kitchen.

While we were cleaning the table Joan asked softly.

Joan: Why did you do that?

Rose: Because keeping secrets just destroys relationships.

Joan: I'm trying to protect you.

Rose: Yes, I know. You've said that already. You missed the why and who.

Joan: He is my brother... - Looked at the kitchen making sure that the girls were there and continued. - From another life.

Rose: Up to that I also knew it. And I know you think that by some miracle I'm Anastacia...

Joan: It's true!

Rose: If I knew all this, what was the danger?

Joan: If you're not prepared to receive your past, it can destroy you. I saw it happen last time you came back. You couldn't live with the pain of the memories of your past life, you thought you were going crazy and you took your own life. - I heard every word she said and, although Joan is different, hasn't lost this habit. I know it, felt it, she wasn't being honest.

Rose: Going crazy?! Well, if I lived another life and you consider yourself my friend back then as now, no wonder. You play with my mind, you make me believe in something that is not real…

Monic: So girls, is everything all right?

Dianne: What's going on?

Rose: Ask Joan, if she manages to give an honest answer.

Joan: Rose I love you and I love my brother. All I did was to protect both. Please try to understand. Trust me!

Monic: She said, brother?

Sofie: Yep, I think so.

Dianne: You have a brother?

Rose: How can I understand if you're not being honest with me. With us?! They don't even know who he really is, I don't know who he is, because I do not remember his face, can't even remember his presence in my life. And I need to know for others what I did because I have no memory of it. – Said pointing to the Monic.

Monic: What I said?

Dianne: Rose, you sound a little weird!

Rose: Well, I think I've gone crazy again, Dianne. - Said with red eyes from holding the tears. I would not show weakness again. I could feel my throat on fire, I could feel the eyes on fire, but would not show weakness again.