A Killers Heart Stolen

Chapter 15

“Kaira,” he closed the door numbly then slowly walked over to me, “what happened?”

“I know this looks bad, but I’ve been in worse shape.” I say but that actually makes it worse.

“What?!” He is aggravated and gets up. His eyes stare down at me and I feel now, more than ever, that I wished that I was still in Hawaii.

“Jeremy, sit, I need to tell you something. “ He sits down looking me dead in the eye and I simply wish that I didn’t have to tell him. I know that once he hears what I actually am, he’ll leave and I’ll lose him forever.

“Jeremy, I’m not a human resource person. I wasn’t in Paris this last trip. I was in Pakistan, and my intelligence left out that there was a patrol and well…I got captured and beat up. “

“I don’t understand,” I see pain and confusion in his expression.

“I-I well… I kill people,” I say in a low voice, though I know he heard it.

“What?”

“I am hired by different intelligence agencies to take out hostile targets.” That was the simple version.

“You’re a murderer for hire?” He looks at me in a way I never wanted to see.

“I’m an assassin, I have had 18 successful kills-,” I get cut off by him getting aggravated, angry and, quite honestly scared.

“So, you get close to a target then kill them when they least expect it?” He throws his arms out and I am quite honestly close to breaking down.

“I go in, kill then get out. Three days tops, usually.”

“Was I a target?” I can see the pain in his eyes and I just want to make it go away.

“No,” I whisper in a broken whisper.

“So you kill innocent people just to collect the pay check?” He spits at me with disgust.

“No,” I gain my strength back after he said that, “I kill the evil guys. I have killed several Cartel leaders that have raped and murdered countless women and children. I just killed the new leader of Al Qaeda. I was almost killed for trying to destroy that terrorist organization.” I stand up, ignoring the shooting pain, and show him my scar. “I did that to protect people, do the right thing.”

“You chose to do this, to kill and murder people?” He says and that’s the button that he just had to push.

“That is not true. I never had a choice!” I am so pissed right now.

“Bull shit, everyone has a choice!”

“Yeah, well instead of bed time stories of princesses for Christmas, I got stories of gruesome deaths. Instead of Sparkly tennis shoes I got combat boots cause they could get muddy and go through any terrain and still remain stealthy. I learned math and force by how much force it takes to snap a 200 pound man’s neck. The trajectory of a bullet is how I learned angles. My parents breed a killer! The only reason, I’m not a ruthless heartless machine is you and my baby sister! YEAH since we’re getting everything out; I might as well tell you that I have a baby sister. My parents gave her up for adoption because they already one daughter and that’s all they wanted. I keep tabs on her and her and you seem to be the only ones who can keep me from completely becoming the monster my parents wanted!” I finish and I am making my tears stay far far away. 

“I don’t even know you anymore,” Those words were knife into my heart. He was the only one who knew the real, non-killer me. For him to say that makes me question myself and who I am. I put him in this position I was the reason he was this angry.