The Hitwoman

Chapter 1

Callista

I wake up at 8 AM and lay in bed for a few minutes while scrolling through Twitter on my phone. After acknowledging that I had a few notifications from my boss on my phone, I got out of bed and picked out some casual clothes for the day, and put them on. I exit my bedroom with my phone in hand and text my boss that I'll be calling him in half an hour.

I walked down my stairs and went into the kitchen. I opened my refrigerator and took out the carton of eggs. Then I grabbed a bowl and a pan from my cabinet and cracked a few eggs into the bowl, whisked them and put seasoning on them. I then heated the stovetop and set the pan on top of it and poured the eggs onto the surface of the pan. Now all I had to do was wait until they were cooked.

Suddenly, I started getting a phone call. Annoyed, since I told my boss that I'd call him in a half hour just a while ago, I declined the call. A few minutes pass by and I start getting a call again. I decide to answer it and express my irritation through words by saying, "Hey, boss, I texted you that I'd call you in half an hour, earlier. Did you not get it?"

"Hey, Callista, I'm not your boss. It's James. Your brother. Did you even bother to look at the caller ID before you answered?" he questions, sounding almost as vexed as I was before.

I'm a little taken aback but he's right. I never check the caller ID before I answer a call and it's not the best habit that I have. So I apologize, "You're right, I didn't check the ID. Sorry, James. Anyways, what'd you call me to talk about?"

He sighs and tones down his annoyance in his voice from earlier and switches to somewhat of a tone filled with sadness, then replies, "It's pretty bad news, Cal. It's about Heather. She's, uh. . . I don't know how to put this lightly. She's dead, Cal. Murdered. Shot right through the head. Probably on purpose by some asshole. Reason being? Who knows."

Knowing that I don't know how to respond to that, I say, "I don't know what to say to that, James. She was the only one that actually led a different life than us. She had good intentions, and good morals, she had a whole, amazing future ahead of her. Unlike us. Why was she the one that had to go?" I stared at the wall in front of me while on the verge of tears.

"I don't know, Cal. If I knew, I'd tell you. The police are trying but they're barely working out anything. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I could possibly even try to get our parents and Quinn to come over as well. We could all spend some time together. Maybe we could all watch a movie or something," James suggests, him and I being the only ones in our family that still try to get the family together and have even a tiny amount of sympathy for people.

I walk over to my planning calendar and write down that I have to go to James's house tonight for dinner so I don't forget about it. I reply to him, "Yeah, it sounds great, James. Thank you. If our parents don't agree to you asking them, I'll try." I said that because I'm the favorite child. They've never stated it, but it's pretty obvious.

James says his goodbyes and then hangs up the phone. I set my phone down on the kitchen counter and walk over to my now burnt egg and slide it off of the pan and into the trash. God, why did Heather, out of all people, have to die? It could've been anyone else out of this fucked up family and I wouldn't have cared as much. She was the only one that wasn't stupid enough to agree to become a hitwoman. Everyone that's a part of the Evermore family is either a hitman or hitwoman. Our parents gave us the choice to become one or not when we were 18 years old. And their parents gave our parents the choice, and so on and so forth. We only accepted it because we thought it would be "fun" and a "new experience". Oh, how we were wrong. It's just killing, lying, and, most importantly, very illegal. It's just so much "fun" and such a "new experience". I guess it was a new experience at first, but now it's just boring because I've been doing it for five years, and so have James and my other brother, Quinn. We're all quintuplets, well, we were until Heather died. Now we're just triplets, I guess.