Do You Believe In Love ?

Truth comes to Light

I sat in complete silence for hours lost in a book, until I was interrupted. I look up to find Ricky standing in front of me. "I want to apologize to you, I shouldn't have tried to kill you the other day, not that I could anyways." Ricky was smiling at me and I found a soft spot for it. I stood up, closing my book. I took a couple steps forward until I was in his face, looking at him, making sure he was paying attention to me. "If you ever do that again, you won't live to see the next day because I'll kill you on the spot. You won't have anyone to protect you next time." I smiled at him and punched him in the shoulder. He looked at me horrified, but he eventually started to laugh. We started talking, telling me about how he became a guard for Isaac. "He found me on the street, my father and I had gotten into a major fight and he kicked me out of the house. I was living on the streets for weeks. Isaac found me, invited me to stay here and took care of me until I was up on my feet." Ricky continued saying. I started thinking and was stuck in my own world about how great of a man Isaac was. Now that I start thinking about it, I've never really seen a bad side to Isaac, but I don't know him that well. Ricky soon went to bed and I was left alone in the library sitting in front of the fireplace. The door creaked open and I heard my name "Adeara." I looked up to see Isaac heading towards me. "Can I help you Knight?" He walked to the couch and sat right next to me. "How did you become an assassin?" I looked at him then looked away, I was ashamed of myself. I looked into his eyes and say, "I never had a choice, being part of a family that involves gun trafficking, as well as being the most dangerous family on the Coast, you have to learn to survive. I never wanted to hurt anyone, and for the longest I didn't until I was shot." There was a change in his eyes, not sad but more along the lines of angry. "When I was 16, I was walking home from school one day when someone shoved me to the ground, pointed a gun at my chest, and shot me." I almost didn't make it, but I did, I had hope. "I was in a coma for weeks, but I was aware of what was going on around me. My mother was always crying, my dad was never there because he was so called "finding the man who did this." I knew the truth though, he was too busy running his empire to care." "Anyways, once I recovered, I learned to fight, hunt, shoot, even kill. I first killed someone when I was 17, they broke into our house. My father and mother lay in front of the couch, tape around their mouth, with their hands behind their back. Two men were standing in front of them with guns to their head, execution style. I took them both out in a matter of seconds because that's what I was taught." I stood up, walking closer to the fireplace. I couldn't bear to see him look at me like I was a little girl.