"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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Saint had been gone all day. I wasn't quite sure where he went, but from the moment I woke up, he was nowhere to be seen. The evening was nearing and I was beginning to get tired.
"Reyna, dear," Rosalinda began, walking toward me with a pair of garden scissors. Her dress was tarnished with dirt stains and her gloves did nothing to conceal her skin that peeked out through the tears.
"Yes?"
"Help an old lady out and start pulling out the weeds from those flowers over there." Rosalinda pointed in the direction of a bed of red flowers. The vibrancy of the red felt so pleasing to my vision. I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
"Of course." I smiled.
I kneeled down beside the flowers and immediately started to search for the invasive weeds.
Rosalinda began to hun quietly to herself as she worked on the garden. Tranquility and familiarity held hands as they flowed through my body, reminding me of home. Sometimes I caught myself missing the waves, the sand, the peace. Before I was forced to look the devil in the eye everyday, I had the mystery, the calm, the loneliness.
I smiled to myself. I was acting just like my mother. Sometimes, craving to be alone, I wanted to stand by the shoreline of the beach with nothing but my thoughts to accompany me just like my mother always used to do.
I remember watching her from my young eyes through the window as she stared at absolutely nothing. Waves would clash and the croaks of birds were all that I could hear. However, my mother had her eyes shut, and possibly even her ears. I could remember thinking just how badly I wanted to exist in her thoughts. I wanted to hear the noise she concealed so well in her mind.
My mother preferred loneliness. It was why she bought a house in the middle of nowhere. It was why we had no other family than her brother. I was sure if he didn't suffer from schizophrenia, she would've cast him out like the rest of her family. My uncle and my mother were a lot alike in many ways, they hated social interactions more than I did.
When my mother disappeared, she left me with my uncle. However, it seemed as though I took care of him more than ever bothered to take care of me. All he did was stay up all day and night on the computer, searching for the only family he had left in this miserable world, my mother.
At times I couldn't sleep, so I would watch him. He would go on and on about catching the bad men that stole my mother, and I took in every word.
"Teach me," I could remember saying one night as he took the dinner plate from my hands. It was his favorite, spaghetti. A dish my mother taught me to cook before she vanished.
"You want to learn how to hack?" Uncle asked me, raising his brow. I nodded my head with enthusiasm. If someone was going to find my mother, it was going to be me.
