It was very late in the night when Sofia had caught Jackson packing. He wanted to leave without his sister knowing. He didn't want her to get into the mess she had gotten them out of.
"Well! I'm waiting for an answer."
I said impatiently.
"Sofia!" he exclaimed softly. He wanted to say the truth but he didn't know how.
"It's--Look it's nothing you can handle. Neither can I . . ." he said finally, looking away.
He knew his sister, but not too perfectly. She had serious anger issues, that he feared that she could kill a soul. Sofia never told him the part of her having being trained by their father or her having and lost her mind reading ability after an incident.
"Did I ask you to worry about my handling it? You'd better start talking unless you won't be able to handle me."
He paced around impatiently before starring at the clock on the wall. It was almost time.
Time for what?
He shrugged in hesitation and continued his packing, not listening to his sister's questions.
"Jackson. Jackson!"
She had enough silent treatment. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pinned him to the wall.
"You're not going anywhere. Start talking."
She threatened.
He groaned at the pain he was feeling from the abrupt attack.
"They're coming!" he yelled.
"--coming for me."
His voice softened in deep pain mixed with regret.
Yet, his sister was so confused.
"Who is? Who the hell is that bloody fool that's been making you act strangely?"
Sofia didn't understand. How could he have expected her to understand?
"The...the..."He stammered in fear.
Now she was running out of patience.
"Don't make me make you spit it out. The what?"
"The mafia boss."
There was a pause in transmission. A pause in time. Her time. She let go off him.
Her world stopped spinning. It felt like she crashed into a rock, while driving on a bridge.
She assimulated everything quickly, moving restlessly around the room, taking her fingers roughly through her hair scratching her head and yelling:
"Ah! What! H-how in the world did you get in contact with...with that..."
She couldn't find a word to classify that beast.
She saw the fear in his eyes. He was coming. Coming to kill him, and her too if he discovers he has a sister.
She began to calm down. Nothing was going to be set right if she was this haunty. Her mind would not be able to think straight.
She sighed in annoyance, trying to cool off, resting her two hands on the wall with her head down in thoughts.
Jackson was saddened, thinking she was downcast at the new information.
Unknown to him, she began putting the pieces of a master plan together.
"I will kill you later."
She uttered so calmly like nothing was about to happen.
Jackson was taken aback. He'd never seen his sister so calm before on such situations.
"Pack only a few clothes and arrange your stuff. Leave no traces. Someone's about to die a painful death."