"Undercover Love"

Chapter 4: Bradley.

It has been almost 2 days since they announced me the mission, I was training, training and training like when I was younger.

 "Okay...Go!" the coach exclaimed.

I started running as fast as I could, that was one of our "if it doesn't happen as planed" trainings, right now they tried to make me run the further and the faster I could. I ran, ran, ran...

"Run faster faster!" he ordered making me think about...

*flashback*

"Run faster! Run faster Quinn! Don't turn back!" Joe screamed his eyes full of worry.

"But-" I started trying to speak even if terror was making my voice shake.

"No but. Just run!" he ordered making me run faster til my legs couldn't.

I was running as fast as I could I heard the shooting continue, I ran to the car waiting for him. Damn Joe damn hurry. I heard another shot. 

"Get out bitch!" Bradley screamed.

Oh fuck. I sat on the drivers sit ready to start the car. Come on Joe come on. 

"You sure you don't wanna see the wholes in your brother closer?!"  he shouted letting my hands shake even more. Was Joe...No. No he couldn't. Not him. I looked into the mirror to perceive my brother on the floor, blood around him, his bat and gun all soaked in it, not moving a single muscle. I them saw Bradley. I started the car even though I didn't know how to drive. I drove as fast as I could but I heard other gun shots. Damn why why did this happen. He seemed sweet and sane. Fuck they're dead because of me. 

*end of flashback*

I blacked out. I woke up in the nursery, Mia next to me and...Oh no not her again. 

"Hello Quinn would you mind coming with me?" she nicely asked.

 "Yes. Yes I would." I harshly responded.  

She was the therapist in this place, it was sign of weakness if you got in her office to the others and to the director. But when she came to see you, you had too or they would drag you there. The policy was that we had an hour or two to talk to her and after we couldn't talk about our problems until 2 months later. We had to pretend, we always had to. 

 "Okay I'm coming but can I-" I started. 

"You can go get your headphones." she sweetly said. 

Even though we didn't saw her and didn't like spending time with her, she was the sweetest person in this place. I took my headphones from my room and went into her office.

"So had you have any nightmares lately?" she asked.

Yes. Every time. I relive my traumas over and over again. My brother's death. My parents death. How I met him.

" No not since a while actually."I lied. 

"Any flashback?" she confidently questioned.

Yes earlier for example.

"Uhm Uhm." I responded shaking my head.

I was playing with the wire of my headphones and shaking my leg anxiously as the thought of leaving became more and more tempting. 

"Okay. Your brother's name was Joe right?" she slowly asked. 

"Yes it was." I said feeling like I was about to throw up. 

"Do you remember what happened that evening." she questioned. 

In every single details. 

"Not really" I gulped.