The Assassins Kill

chapter 20- dreaming.

I Lived Here- Martin Phibbs
Your Hands are Cold- Jean Yvest-Thribaudet
Worship- Amber Run
Secrets and lies- Ruelle

*Julians pov*

"You made me feel... you made me feel. I want you to stop, I need you to stop," Jade whispers. The water pounds onto the pavement splattering on our already soaked clothing. My hair sticking to my forehead, water droplets falling down the bridge of my nose and off the line of my jaw. I feel my hands squeeze together, as if they're trying to absorb all my frustration.

"What does that even mean?" I urge. She looks down at the floor, playing with the sleeves on her dress.

"Why are you here Julian?" She looks up at me, squinting her eyes. I open my mouth to respond but hesitate.

Because I hate seeing you upset with me.

"It's your birthday and you've been moping around all night. Why wouldn't I follow you?" I say, deciding that would be a better answer instead of my original response. I feel my jaw clench when her feet point the opposite direction, deciding whether to quit or not.

"All you've done all night is fucking flirt with some Barbie who wants to get in your pants! It's my birthday for gods sake!" She shouts. I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why does it fucking matter!?" I shout back, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Because you fucking mat-"She screams, her face falls and she sighs, "It doesn't. Forget it." Her voice quiets again and she avoids my stare.

"This is fucking ridiculous Jade! Stop. Shutting. Me. Out." I demand, my voice is rough from holding back my anger. She looks at me finally, and a flash of hurt runs through her ocean eyes, before being replaced by anger.

"I never let you in, in the first place. You fucking forced your way in there." She grits through her teeth. She takes a step towards me, a scowl forming on her face.

"How." I provoke, my frown turns into a amused smile and I take a step closer. She doesn't seem to notice and lets out a huff of air.

"Because you get in my head! I don't know how, or when, or why, but all I know is your all I think about and it's driving me fucking crazy. Yet I can't stay away from you...literally! It's all your fault!" She yells, digging her fingernails into her palms. My heart stops, and immediately jumps back to life, thumping 10 times faster than normal.

"How the fuck is that my fault? You're a selfish little brat, who has a problem 90 percent of the time, and you don't give one fuck about anyone around you! I'm so fucking sick of you!"

She stays silent for a moment, looking more dangerous and fuming by the minute. She suddenly bends down, grabbing the loose gravel from the ground.

"Every fucking job.." She throws a pebble at me. "Every fucking job I've ever had.." Another pebble. "Always went perfectly! They always came out safe! And I got praised! I'm the best fucking a-" She widens her eyes, pausing for a moment, then continuing. "I'm the best fucking bodyguard in the business! And you come along! A.K.A the most unprofessional boss I've ever had! And try to seduce me or get into my head instead of letting me do my fucking job! Wouldn't you rather survive then die just because you distracted the only fucker who's trying  to protect you?" She looks at me, and throws one last pebble, this time the slightly bigger one, and hits me in the center of my forehead.