To Heal the Enemy

04

Chapter Four: Eating Alone

Anala's pov:

This is so inappropriate. Letting him see me like this. I never let anybody see me cry. I hate showing any weakness. I tried everything to act like it didn't hurt that bad but it did. It hurt so fucking bad.

Anala you are stronger than this stop acting like a fucking baby. You are a goddamn assassin for christ's sake. Start acting like it. I can just hear my father saying that if he were to see me like this. I can't help but think he's right about everything. 

I finally bring myself to lift my head up from his chest. I sit up straight and look into his apologetic eyes. "Do it," I say sternly, aggressively wiping off the tears. He doesn't move for a couple of seconds then grabs the tweezers. I bite down on the towel once again.

I feel the tweezers hit my skin and I try to think about anything but pain. Think about something else. Anything else, I tell myself. 

I start to think of what my father will say when he gets home. I wonder where he is. I realize I never finished my worst part of training, fighting. I hope Marco lets me heal before because I don't want to keep reopening my stitches. I really hope this doesn't leave a scar on my face.

He must have gotten the glass out because I feel a needle dig into my skin.

I feel Alex grab my hand and I squeeze it hoping to relieve some of my pain.

He moves my hand to his bicep and then puts his hand on my cheek to keep my face straight.

After holding my breath and feeling like I'm gonna faint for what feels like forever he finishes. "Thank you," I say as he starts putting the stuff back in the kit. He pulls out some bandages and wraps them gently on my hands.

"Anytime," is all he says. I get off the dresser and look into my bathroom. I stare at it and start to feel a presence behind me.

"Want help?" I turn around to see him standing behind me with his hands in his pockets.

"No it's okay I can clean it up myself. Thanks again." He gives me a small smile and nods. He starts to walk out and I follow behind. The second I make my way downstairs I see Marco sitting at the dining table, staring at Alex so hard that I think his stare might really cut through my skin. But to my surprise Alex doesn't stop once he sees my dad; he just walks out without acknowledging him.

As soon as the door shuts, Marco speaks up. "I have a lot of questions, Ariana. One, why the fuck was he in my house? Two, why don't you barely have clothes on? And three, what in gods fucking name happened to you?" He says this with anger and his voice only grows louder as he speaks.

I finally speak up after a couple of seconds trying to recover from his words. I can't imagine what this might look like. "He just came to redo my stitches and I accidentally broke a mirror," I don't look him in the eyes. I'm sick of seeing his constant feeling of disappointment with me.

He stands up and walks over to me. He grabs my wrist and examines the cuts on my arm. "I call bullshit. Do not lie to me, Anala Ariana. I did not raise a liar." Technically I'm not lying about anything except that this was no accident.

"I broke my mirror," I say finally looking up at him.
He drops my wrist and walks upstairs to my bathroom. I follow him because I have no idea what else to do. 

The second he sees the mess he looks at me. I don't say anything nor do I look away. "Clean it up and I'll order a new mirror. You're gonna need to find a new fucking way to take your anger out Anala. Do not ever break anything of mine again, do you hear me?" I nod and he starts to walk away until he speaks up. "And Anala..." he says with his back turned to me.