A Spy's Home---Book 2: Wounds, Both Old and New

Chapter 22

Dream/ Flashback...

"Let me go!" I screamed, as Cree kept a good handled grip on my collar, and lifted me inches off the ground. I was 7 years old, and it was when Cree started to actually push me around; Cree was 12 and controlled everyone through fear.

"Okay, you asked for it." he snickered, before dropping me on the hard ground, and on my rear end. A crowd had already begun to form around us in the sparring field, but I wasn't about to become shown up by this jerk. Making sure Cree wasn't paying attention, I swept his feet, and jumped up on mine.

A "Wow!" came from the crowd, as I stood there in my usual fighting position waiting for Cree to get up. "Oh you little punk." he sneered, before he lunged at me, wrapped his arms around my torso, and brought me back to the dirt face-first all in one swift movement.

Cree then grabbed my arm and pinned it tightly on my back; wincing, I tried to struggle out of the hold, but I wasn't able too. "You trying to worm your way out of the problem? Well, sorry, but you can't wiggle your way out of every problem." he spat.

"Hey get off of her!" I hear Rory shout, and the grip on my arm loosened. I tried pushing myself off the ground, but all I could do was roll onto my back, coughing and gasping.

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Real world....

"Zylina, hey, wake up." The white ceiling above me came back into view, and I noticed that I was sweating a lot. Carlos was patting my shoulder, and giving me another concerned look.

"What?" I asked, pushing myself into a sitting position. "You just started coughing, and gasping. What kind of dream were you having?" he answered.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, shrugged, and replied with, "It was a memory from a past encounter with Cree." Carlos's eyes went wide, and so I quickly said, "It's nothing, it was just a fight."

"Alright, well it's 4. We still have two more hours until we head out." Carlos answered. I nodded, and bit my lip; I then stood up, and said, "I'm going to walk around a little."

"Do you want me to come with you? The spies are still out there." Carlos offered. I thought about it; I wanted to clear my mind alone, but Carlos was right about the spies still being out there, and Cree would be really mad at me now.

I nodded, and we both walked out the motel room, standing closer to each other then I would have liked. 

TBC....