Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 32 - Departure

~Ohm's POV~

It's a bit scary, going into your room to find every single one of your belongings are missing. Not only is it a bit scary but very disheartening for me as I step around the room completely empty on one half while Gassy's items are scattered around the other. Glancing back towards Gassy's bed I find him still sleeping peacefully, completely silent and still. I'm a bit surprised I managed to wake up before him ironically on my very last day here. It's as if life is telling me it a time for a change. Stretching, I step around the room one last time before opening the door as silently as I possibly can. Gassy will kill me if I left before he got to say his goodbye so I'm just planning to get some sort of breakfast before I leave. Very carefully I shut the door behind me and look around in the empty hall. I'm really going to miss this empty and such a blank hall, though I am a bit curious about how overly decorated the higher ups will have their halls. When I enter the mess hall as to be expected no one is here, not even the cooks.

Scavenging the kitchen I manage to take a slice of bread along with a small juice box I didn't even know we had, not the best breakfast but something before I have to head off home where the only thing available is the overly fancified food. It's more of a spiritual notion, just like my last meal here before I have to return to that place. I even consider taking a shit load of food from here just to remember the cheap taste of the food here but I feel as if the moment it's discovered in my closet it will immediately go to the dumpster and mom would yell at me. For the past few days mom has been freaking out talking on the phone over me repeatedly asking me if I need anything or if I want something for my return. When we aren't talking face to face she happens to seem a whole lot nicer than she really is, though I won't have that safeness anymore. Pushing the door open from the kitchen into the mess hall area I look around, the complete emptiness a bit saddening but mom wants me back early in the morning. The door to the mess hall opens suddenly and a head peeks in, looking over to me. Immediately the head returns hidden before the door completely opens and Minx walks in seeming a bit nervous.

"Minx, you going to see me off?" I ask as I take another bite of the bread but she just stares at me for a second and scratches her head as she glances away. "Minx... What did you do...?" I ask feeling a bit cautious with the strange behavior. Minx isn't at all nervous in any circumstance unless she's completely faking it. She finally sighs and looks to me with a guilty expression in her eyes, something I hardly ever see on her face.

"I quit my job, Ohm," Minx explains and while I hesitate and a million things go through my mind I just silence them all and blink. Minx stares at me straight for a couple of moments before shifting into a more aggressive expression. "Well, you know I can't live my life forever a bodyguard and I have a fucking fiancée now I should take care of without this kind of side job. Plus, I want to stay on base and even if you can't I-"

"No, I get it Minx," I interrupt before she completely loses it and ends up bailing. She widens her eyes at me seeming shocked that I understand but, I have to think about her before myself. All of this time I've always thought of myself more and for once I should stop being selfish and actually think about her. She has Krism who is an amazing woman who forgave Minx when she betrayed the entire base who makes Minx this completely happy. I've never seen Minx as happy as she has been for the past few weeks she's had completely to herself and Krism. Having her as a bodyguard for years, I can't say it won't affect me at all but I feel safest that she'll be staying here on this base specifically with that woman specifically.

"I understand Minx and I'm happy for you. I'll do everything in my power to make sure dad doesn't get a grudge against you or anything. I support your and Krism's future marriage," I announce and she just stares at me blankly for quite some time before smiling, that same sisterly smile I've seen many times. Although she manages to hide it well behind the rough language and direct personality, I can still see it when times are truly important. Minx comes to approach me before pulling me into a tight hug, and the strength of the hug along with the situation really makes my heart break. I've always had her around for nearly all of my life it's hard to think of one without her, and it won't be without her. I have her number, I know where she's at, I just won't be able to see her everyday like it has been. It feels like my older sister is leaving, or to be more accurate I'm leaving my big sister now that I've matured, if I'm anywhere near what you call mature.