Do You Believe In Love ?

Who Is Isaac?

 I looked down at my palms, they were sweating and I couldn't help but pick at my fingernails. "I never planned on killing your mother until she told me she was part of the plan. I never even planned on kidnapping you. When you walked out that door I knew you were dangerous, but a part of me had hope that you were like me and was willing to forgive me for my actions." My eyes locked with his, moving next to him on the couch, I wrapped my hands around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. "I forgive you," I said. I knew deep down I was gonna be able to forgive him, even if that moment wasn't now, I said whatever I had to so I could survive. I still didn't trust him, but it was part of my plan to figure out who he was. I needed to grow closer to him, even if that meant I'd have to be "romantically involved" with him.

Later on after Isaac went to bed, I went and sat in the kitchen. It was a little too hot in the house so I decided to wear my underwear and a t-shirt hoping Isaac wouldn't walk out here. Even though I doubt he would mind the view, I got something to drink from the kitchen and sat at one of the barstools. I thought about how much my life has changed these past couple of months and I didn't know who to trust and who not to. I never knew I would be alone, I'd always expect to have my parents by my side, I knew the day would come when they would leave me. I didn't know that day would be so soon. I have no idea who the man in the room next to me is. Is he a terrorist? An assassin like me? I had to get information and I was going to do whatever it took to get it. I decided to make a call, find something out about him. I never expected to find out he was a DEA Agent on an assignment to supervise me. I took a minute to process this before I made a very big decision. I walked into his room, pulled him out the bed and pulled a knife to his throat. Not aware of what was going on, I said "You lied to me again Knight. I know you're a DEA Agent on an assignment to supervise me. You supposed to arrest me if you find dirt on me? Stop lying to me." He sat there in disbelief, looking at me. He looked from my bare legs to my saddened face. "Why do you keep lying to me, I actually care for you and you want to keep hurting me for what? I have never let anyone in like you and yet you keep treating me like trash." He grabbed my arm, pulling me over him. He sat on top of me, this time he put the knife to my throat. "I never lied to you, you never asked me what I did. Yes I was asked to supervise you, but when we kissed I knew I couldn't lie to you anymore. I ended up leaving the assignment and got on protection detail for you. I like you Adeara, I don't want to hurt you." He slowly got off, putting his hands in the air releasing me. I got up, eyeing his every move. I tried to walk out, but before I could do anything he grabbed me. His lips so close to mine I could feel his breath. "Don't do that again sweet-face, next time I may not be so nice." He winked at me and laid back in bed.