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Chapter 3: My secret

I woke up about 3 hours later under the bush, the sky was dark now and Elvis slept soundly beside me. I looked him over as I gently got to my feet in the large bush. He had large black ear plugs in, I wasn't sure of the size, I didn't pay attention to it much. He had tattoos almost everywhere. One arm had a bunch of skulls, the other one had what looked like cartoon characters and gothic looking flowers. His brunette hair came down to a point in between his eyes, almost like he had a weird widows peak or something and he was growing out just the middle part of his hair. His body had become more build since the last time in saw him. I thought back to that time.

It had been almost a year ago, i was 16 at the time, only a couple more months after my birthday. Elvis had to go on a job request to Cannes, which is on the other side of France form Bordeaux. He left me about 50 thousand euros and promised me that the bills for the house were paid off til next year. He left with only a few skull tattoos on his arm and beginners gages. He didn't even have a full beard yet, just a sad little mustache that made him look 30.

I missed those days. I felt safe knowing that he would send me a letter checking up on me and sending me pictures of the Eiffel tower in Paris whenever he could. Those were the good ol' days. Now here we are doing the same shit that we thought we put an end to, hiding.

I felt bad that Elvis had gotten himself into the assassin business, but I guess being a Scorpio isn't all its cracked up to be either, they were pretty much made to be assassins since they got the tracking ability. He hates it, constantly having to leave me unprotected and going out to kill random people the government doesn't like. Doesn't help that Hus little sister is wanted and they want him 'searching' for her either. Every month he points them in a different location in the United States hoping they won't soon find out about him lying. You get killed you lie to them you see, and they'll just kill me too.

I stretched my legs before looking away from him and walking out of the bush. I turned my phone back on and checked the time, almost 1 pm. I looked up at the cloudy sky and automatically felt colder. I brought my arms closer to me and went back to the bush. I nugded Elvis with the tip of my black converse til he woke up. He stretched for awhile before sitting up and looking at me grumpily.

"Did I say that you could wake me?"

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bush and hopped back over the gate. He followed close behind me until we got to the parking lot of the bakery where we left the bus. I stopped when I saw that it wasn't there. I sighed and slumped down on the floor.

Mrs. Whatever the fuck is gonna kill me now. That fucking lit book was €80!

Elvis took out his phone and began dialing some number. It took less than 10 minutes until some dude drove up with a brand new looking mint green vw bus. He hopped out of the bus and Elvis handed him some money before the guy walked away and into the cafe. I hopped in the passenger seat and leaned against the cool glass window, hoping that my headache would go away.

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Just a friendly tip: 1 euro equals 1.06 U.S. dollars, so for example, that lit book cost about 85 to 90 U.S. dollars. CX
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~The Author