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Chapter 12

Chapter 12-

When I finished eating, I went to shower. Hoping to distract myself from the problem at hand. I like him. I like Zachary. I don't know why I'm allowing myself to go through this; when in the end, I'm going to get hurt. I don't want to end up like the old me again. I left that part of me behind. I don't want to love someone like that again. Love for me is impossible. I sigh and turn the shower on, letting the water caress my body. It felt nice to get away from it all...

I washed the make up off, scrubbing my face clean. My face felt tingly and sore. I let the water fall on my face, so it didn't hurt that much because of the scrubbing it.

I want to avenge my family's death, but sometimes you just have to forgive and forget.  I've never really killed anybody. So killing Trick might be a bit hard for me. Or maybe it won't. After all, he killed my family. The people that was dearest to me. I should just keep in my mind that I'm doing this for them.

    I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom I'm forced to share with Zachary and find him lying down on the bed.

He sits up and his eyes rakes over my body. He tears his eyes away and looks at me. "I'll leave," he says and heads for the door without any hesitation. I only turn around when I hear the door click behind him.

I get dressed in a yoga pants and a tank top. I snuggle under the duvet covers and pick up the gun Lau gave me. Paralyze. I am going to paralyze Trick and he'll watch me kill his men. I smile wickedly down at the beautiful gun.

You will pay, Patrick Nolan.

"Wendy?" I hear Zachary call from the outside.

"Come in," I say.

"I can't. Um. I have hot chocolate in my hands." I almost laughed when he said that. Hot chocolate, Zachary? Really.

I get up and open the door for him. He steps inside and I close the door behind him. He places the cups on the nightstand and sits awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

No words are being exchanged. It's just dead silence.

"Can I ask you a question?" Zachary asked after a while, taking a sip of his hot cocoa.

"Yeah?"

"How did you get mixed up with Trick?" he asked. It wasn't something I expected him to ask at all.

"Well... after my mother died; we had no money and my father was an alcoholic. So, I did what I thought I had to do. For Sadie, my little sister. She was a very sick baby and my father was useless. So I asked Trick for a job. He told me about the precautions, but I didn't listen. He gave me a chance to stop but I didn't take it. I guess I was blinded by his good looks." I smile down at the brown liquid in the cup, and take a sip.

"And what happened? Why did he do what he did?"

"One day I decided to stop and just get a job. That was when I got my ID. But Trick was furious. He ran out of guys and I was one of his best. He said told me if you run out on this you'll regret it. I need the money to pay my dad and If I don't get it to him. I'll kill you. I didn't want any part of it. I told him to get someone else but he wouldn't listen... and then one day when I came home from school, I saw Trick's 'torture van' parked -- "

"Torture van?"

"It's some big white van that he used to hurt people." I tell him and the look on his face is a look of utter disgust and horror. "Anyway, I entered the house and someone grabbed me and chained me to a chair. They killed my family before my eyes and left me there to die. But I didn't."