Rafiq sighed, “I don’t know, Caleb. I’m sorry.”
Caleb shrugged and picked at the carpet some more. “It doesn’t matter. You’re the only one who came looking for me. If I have a family, they must not care very much.”
Rafiq stood from his desk and got down on one knee in front of Caleb and lifted his chin. “We are orphans, Caleb. We make our own families.”
Caleb’s chest swelled with emotions he didn’t understand. He pressed his lips together and nodded. He felt relieved when Rafiq let him go and ruffled his hair. Caleb didn’t want to cry in front of Rafiq. He wanted to make him proud.
“Let us see what sweets are in the kitchen, Caleb.”
Caleb smiled brightly and jumped up from the floor, trailing behind Rafiq.
His first impulse was to throw open the door and start stabbing anything within arm’s reach, but he’d made enough mistakes to last him a lifetime. He was determined to get it right this time.
“Hold the gun steady, Caleb. It’s very powerful,” Rafiq said. He smiled and lifted Caleb’s arms parallel to the ground.
“I can do it!” Caleb whined. He tried to shrug Rafiq away.
“I’m trying to teach you, Caleb. Listen.”
“You’ve been talking forever. I just want to shoot.”
“Patience,” Rafiq said. “Widen your stance and try to pace your breathing.”
Caleb scowled. He was tired of talking. He pointed the gun toward the tin can in the distance and squeezed the trigger. The force of the gun bent his elbows and the gun cracked him in the forehead and threw him toward the ground.
“Ahhh! Damn it!” Caleb rolled on the ground while holding his head. He kicked with his feet as he tried to assuage the pain. He could hear Rafiq laughing uproariously.
“I told you! You silly boy!” Rafiq stomped his foot as he laughed.
Caleb shut his eyes again and tried to breathe through the pain. He would give anything to return to the moment Felipe had offered him the truth and deny he wanted to hear it.
You knew it could come to this, Caleb. Only now, you don’t have to feel guilt. It’s a gift.
Caleb shook his head, but gripped the knife tighter. He couldn’t lie to himself. He had known it might come to this. He had hoped to sacrifice his own life, but in the back of his mind, he knew the survivor in him would fight to the bitter end. Rafiq had to die.
He took a deep, steadying breath and knocked on the door.
The beating of his heart swayed his body by the barest of degrees, building his adrenaline and his anxiety.
Caleb heard cursing, followed by rapid steps toward the door. He braced himself and a shiver ran down his spine.
The door opened and Jair stood in the doorway naked. His swarthy chest was slick with sweat.
“What do you want?” Jair sneered.
Caleb tried to remain calm, but all he heard in his head was: Kill.
“Where’s Rafiq?” Caleb said urgently.
Jair registered Caleb’s demeanor, his gaze focused on the blood on Caleb’s forehead. “What happened?”
Caleb swallowed. “Felipe attacked me. I have him tied up downstairs in the shower room.”
“Does everyone hate you?” Jair turned into his room with a sneer in Caleb’s direction.
Caleb spoke in Arabic. “He was planning to kill Rafiq. He wanted me to help him.”
Jair turned his head toward Caleb as he pulled on a pair of pants and replied in the same language. “Why would he ask for your help?”
“He thought he had something to offer me. Obviously, he doesn’t know how deep my loyalty runs. Where is Rafiq?” Caleb asked, again. He was having a difficult time restraining himself. Nancy was tied face down on the bed. He could see her shaking and had no clue how he felt about her plight.
“Everyone seems to question your loyalty, Caleb. Perhaps there is something to question,” Jair put his arms through a shirt.
“Fuck you, swine. Where is Rafiq? I won’t ask again.”
“Fuck you, Caleb. You and your little whore.” Jair turned to retrieve his shoes and Caleb could no longer hold himself back.
As soon as Jair’s back was turned, Caleb kicked the back of his knee and threw his weight onto Jair’s back. He pushed his knife between Jair’s ribs and into one of his lungs.
Jair bucked wildly, shock and adrenaline making him strong as an ox. Caleb wrapped his left arm around Jair’s throat and held onto the knife in Jair’s side as he was flung to the left and right with incredible force. Caleb didn’t dare do anything but use his strength to stay on Jair. He could hear Nancy whimpering, but she had yet to scream.
Jair crawled, staggering across the room on his hands and knees while his blood soaked his shirt and Caleb’s hand.
“No!” Jair gurgled. “No!” His arm reached back for Caleb, trying to drag him off.
Caleb shifted the knife in Jair’s side, his body sliding against Jair’s sweat and blood. He shut his eyes and listened to Jair’s death rattles until he fell forward onto the floor. Caleb held on for a minute…waiting. There was nothing. He loosened his arm around Jair’s throat and one last whisper of breath escaped him. Jair was dead.
Caleb wiped at his forehead. “I had a talk with Felipe. It didn’t end well.”
Rafiq smiled. “Is that all? I don’t care if you’ve killed him, Caleb. Put the gun away,” he ordered. He was always giving orders. He’d always believed he had the right, especially when it came to Caleb.
“I didn’t kill him. I killed Jair,” Caleb said through a smile.
Anger swiftly came over Rafiq’s features. “And now you’re here to kill me?! You ungrateful little whore. I should have let you die in Tehran!”
Caleb felt heat race down his spine and he straightened. “Get out of the water, Rafiq. Slowly, or I’ll shoot you where you stand.”