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

Chapter 27

We turned corners, and tried to lose Cree, but no matter what we did he always seemed to be on us. "Come on, come on." I heard Carlos mumble through clenched teeth. Suddenly the truck slowed down, then halted, and it became smaller and smaller in the mirror.

I looked back and then turned back around stunned at our good luck. "That didn't last long." I mumbled. I could see, and hear, Carlos trying to keep himself from laughing. I looked at him puzzled, and asked him, "What?"

"I may or may not have "accidently" emptied his tank to almost empty while I was looking over Susie." he admitted. I stared at him, and he glanced at me; I then broke. We burst out laughing, and I heard Carlos smacking the wheel.

"You're a genius, you know that?" I asked him, after we had both calmed down. "Yeah, I know." Carlos responded. My muscles relaxed and I laid back in the seat, but I knew I would have to leave some time; I couldn't stay here forever. I glanced at Carlos, and saw that his big, brow eyes were focused on the road.

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That night....

I rolled over onto my side on the couch; I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even close my eyes. It wasn't because of the uncomfortableness of the couch, it was because I expected for Cree or any agent to come bursting through the exact door I was staring down at the moment.

I looked up at the clock; 1:00am. I shut my eyes for a little bit, desperate to get some form of rest, but I was one of the unlucky ones. Moments after closing my eyes, I was plagued with nightmares of the night of the shootout. The echoes of the gunshot were so vivid, so real, and Rory's commanding shouts were as loud as church bells.

It felt like the nightmares lasted for only about five minutes or so, but when I couldn't take anymore of the yells and bangs, and my eyes jolted open, I was facing the clock; 5:00am!

"What the..." I mumbled, sitting up, and glancing out the window. It had gotten lighter; I could see the buildings across the street more clearly, and I could see a sliver of light on the horizon. I knew what I had to do.

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3 hours later...

I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window; I decided to take a personal day off from work even if it got me fired. I wanted to be with Zylina before she left, because I was really going to miss her.

I dragged myself out of bed and walked into the kitchen, and said, "So, how's you sleep last night?" When I got no answer I turned to glance at her, expecting to find her sleeping, but all I saw was an empty couch with a blanket folded neatly and a pillow on top of it.

"No, no, no." I frantically said, looking around the room, and noticing Zylina's bag was gone too. I gripped my hair, and took a few fast breathes, before I let my arms drop to my sides, and I faced the truth that Zylina had left.

Something white caught my eye, and glanced over at the counter; there was a folded piece of paper. I stride over to the paper, unfolded it, and read:

"Carlos, I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye, but I felt like I stayed here I was just putting you in more danger-"

I didn't read the rest; did she really think that she was an endangerment? Her of all people? "Well, sorry Zylina, but I'm calling you, and I don't care how ticked you get." I mumbled, throwing the note away, and going to my room to get my phone. 

TBC...