Keditha's Betrayal

Chapter Twelve

"Athena, what happened to your head?" Olivia asks.

"Nothing, I just need a rag and probably stitches." I mumble. "You might want to stay away from the guest bathroom for the time being." I tell them.

Olivia pulls my hand away from my forehead. "What did you do?" She asks.

I step back. "Nothing. On a completely unrelated note, I have to go."

Olivia opens her month to answer me but another voice cuts her off. "No, you really must stay." The voice says from behind me.

I spin on my heel. "Isabel, how did you find me?" I snap.

Isabel twirls a knife in her hands. "A little birdie told me." She chuckles. "Looks like a nice family reunion you have here. Take them." She orders the four men with her.

They step forward but I pull my gun on them. Isabel's jaw visibly clenches. "Athena, what's going on?" Marcus asks.

"Stay behind me." I order.

"Are you really going to make this so much more difficult Athena?" Isabel charges me, slamming me against the wall. "Take them out of here, I'll deal with her." She hisses at her men.

I watch as they drag my family down to the basement. "If you hurt them." I threaten.

Isabel laughs. "Don't worry, you'll be too busy with Philip to notice." She yanks me away from the floor, shoving me to the ground.

She crouches in front of me, grabbing her gun. "Speaking of which, I'm sure Philip is just dying to see you." If only.

I lift my foot up and kick her in the face. She stumbles back, holding her nose. "Dang it!" She screams.

Scrambling to my feet, I pull out my knife. Blood dripped down Isabel's face. "You'll pay for that." She snaps.

I manage a laugh. "Come and get me."

Isabel smiles but it slowly fades as she glances down at my knife. She darts towards me, dodging as I swing at her.

She kicks the knife out of my hand. "What?" I manage to gasp out before she slams me against the wall.

"I would kill you now but Philip wants you alive." She sneers.

"Funny because the only way you'll bring me back there is over my dead body." I snap, shoving my knee into her stomach.

Before she could stumble back, I grab her and slam her head against the wall.

Isabel starts coughing up blood. She wipes at her mouth, a smile forming. "I could arrange that." She says.

Before I could react, Isabel jumps up and a stab pain sears through my left side.

The plastic end of my knife stuck out by my arm. I stumble into the dining table, leaning on it for support. "What do you say now? Why do you come along nicely, for the sake of your child."

I gasp. "You know about that?"

Isabel laughs, stepping towards me. "Honey, everyone knows." I grip the end of the knife, hissing in pain. "Casey's the most excited." She adds.

Pain caused tears to sting my eyes. "Fine, I'll go with you but I'm only doing it for the baby."

Isabel smirks. "Of course, I understand." I watch as she steps closer to me.

Come on, just a few more steps.

I bite my lip, gripping the handle tighter. Once Isabel takes those few more steps, I rip the knife from my side and plunge it into her stomach.

Isabel's eyes widen with surprise. "I..." She stumbles to the ground, gasping for air.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" I snap. I crouch next to her, ripping the knife out. "I'm going to need this later. Just stay here and bleed to death."

I move to grab my gun, turning to give Isabel one last look. "Maybe if you're lucky, the ambulance will be called and get here in time."

Isabel chuckles. My senses went off, screaming at me not to turn my back. Isabel sloppily jumps to her feet, pulling a gun from her jacket.

I lift my gun, pulling the trigger. Isabel's head snaps back and she drops to the ground.

I huff and head towards the basement. "Isabel?" One of the guys yell when I take a few steps down the stairs.

He glances up at the stairway. Before he has time to react, I shoot him repeatedly in the chest.

I head down the stairs, grabbing the second guy and throwing him on the stairs. I knock him out with the butt of my gun. "Well, I hope your kids like childhood trauma because they're going to remember this for a long time." I say, holstering my gun on the back of my pants.

"Who are you?" Marcus asks, stepping in front of his family.

I drop down from the last step, hissing in pain. "I never lied about being your daughter. We can take a DNA test if you'd like but I feel like my face is evidence enough."

"Who are you?" He asks again.

I sigh. "My name is Athena Torsney. I was raised and abused by my mother's kidnapper until I finally had enough and killed him." I tell them. Most of their faces pale and I could see Sloane shoving her children behind her.

I laugh, regretting it seconds later. "That's not even the worst of it, I moved to LA and there I met my best friend. There I learned I was pretty good at killing people, good enough to make a career out of it."

Olivia clears her throat. "You're an assassin."

"I was, for five years, until I left." I say.

"You're bleeding, you need to go to the hospital." Olivia tells me.

I laugh again and accidentally end up coughing blood. "Look, I have been to the hospital in fifteen years, that's too big of a streak to break."

I quickly strip the men of what I need. "I need to leave now, just call the police and tell them everything. They haven't caught me yet and it'll be a while before they get the chance again." I tell them.

I start to head back up the stairs when someone grabs my arm. "Wait Athena, they took Anthony." Sarah says.

"I knew some guards were missing." I dart up the stairs, a few of my family members following after me.

I grab my phone from my pocket, dialing a number. "I assume they're taking him to LA. They probably want to bait me with him." I tell Sarah who was as white as a ghost.

After a few seconds, the person on the other line picks up. "Hey Donnie, I'm going to need a favor."