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Innocent

I hated the way I felt but what I hated more was that she couldn't get it to go away.

On my way home from meeting with Emily and Sean, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. We'll to be fair they probably were and I know exactly who.

I remembered clearly the anxiety I felt when I was once in the same room as Ian Doyle, even though I knew nothing could happen to me, but now that he was in the wind, my paranoia would only grow stronger by the second.

I  unlocked my apartment door and disengaged my alarm system before turning on the lights and moving to my bedroom.

I didn't know what to do. We had never planned Ian to escape so we never had a plan which looking back on it now was incredibly stupid.

It was almost paralyzing how scared I was but I was doing my best to hide it. I had always hid what I was feeling, even if no one was around to see it. Ever since I was a little kid with Mark or Derek.

I went to my bedroom and changed out of my work clothes and into some sweat pants and an old t-shirt. After adjusting the clothes on my body so they sat right I moved to one of my bedside tables which had a safe hidden in it.

I punched in the code (4592) and took out a manila folder that had been sitting in there almost all of the last six years.

The folder held passports, fake birth certificates, and other miscellaneous items from her past with Interpol. Most of the information on the files was redacted, only showing my real name that I had Peru citizenship while I was undercover.

I fiddled with one of the ID photos I had of myself from back then. My hair was dyed brown because that was his type.

Emily worked more as a weapons dealer and my older cousin so it wouldn't seem weird that I didn't have family.

After sorting the papers and neatly putting the documents back in the folder. I grabbed the rings around my neck which Doyle did give me.

Emily always asked why I wore them that it was weird but I shrugged it off. Interpol was a part of me and these rings showed it. Well they were mostly under my shirt so no one would see them because then they would ask questions.  I put the folders in the safe and locked it once again.

The sound of something hitting the floor in another room caused me to sit up straight, my mind going to all of the worst possible places.

I immediately pulled out the gun I kept in the top drawer of her table and loaded it quickly. After standing up, I picked my phone up from my bed and placed it to my ear, pretending to be on the phone.

"Hey, Mark, what's up?" I asked absolutely no one as I started to walk around my apartment, gun held out in front of me.

"Did he really do that? Well, what did you do to him?" I continued the fake conversation as I turned the corner into my living room, my back against each wall as I moved.

I wasn't planning on getting attacked from behind. I didn't know what I would do if someone was in my apartment, especially if they worked with Doyle.

I knew I would threaten to shoot them, but I hated firing my gun.

"I'm sure if he does it again, you can punch him or something," I said. I turned another corner into the dining room where I saw that my broom had fallen to the floor.

It had happened multiple times so it wasn't a surprise to see it there. I sighed and turned the safety of my gun on and put it in my pocket before picking up the broom to place it back in its corner.

I was lucky that it was just my broom, but I still felt exposed somehow I started to wonder just how safe my apartment truly was.

I was on the sixth floor of my apartment complex so the likelihood of someone breaking in through the windows wasn't high and I had an incredibly loud alarm system but was it enough? Would anything be enough to keep me and Emily safe from Ian Doyle?