You promised || DREAMNOTFOUND

SEXAGINTA QUINQUE

"it's not possible" i scoffed and smiled at him, trying to avoid anything to do with it.

"clay-" george rested his shoulders back, showing he wasn't lying or playing some game with me.

"george i didn't have a panic attack" i looked at him like he was the crazy one, like he had done something wrong.

But the truth is, it was me. I was the crazy one. I had passed out in front of my entire family, with out a single reason. and he's the crazy one?

george looked at me softly, his eyes looking a little fogged like he was imagining something else.

i was about to say something but then i watched phil emerge from the cargo plane, waving his hand for everyone to enter.

i watched as everyone dropped what they were doing, just grabbing their bags and walking for the plane. Truth be told no one knew what was in store, no one knew what we where getting ourselves into. Yes it was some con women, yes she's bad news, yes she just happens to be punz's sister, But she's dangerous. Her kill count is off the charts, she conned herself into the literal government, she tricked multiple family's just for their money, she knows 7 languages, as far as we know, and what else could she be capable of. She's so classified that not even the government has a file on her.

phil began walking towards the hanger, or more precisely towards me.

"george go get us seats, preferably by the door" i said while staring behind him, making eye content with phil.

"we are talking about this after we land" he smiled ever so softly and gave my arm a reassuring squeeze.

i turned around before phil could say anything, i just walked away. I didn't know where i was walking no, but i just kept swaying my feet forward. my pace wasn't quick, it was damn slow enough for phil to catch up with me.

i wasn't running away from phil but that little part of me was still mad at him. Still pissed off that he got mad at me for defending myself.

"clay stop" i heard him stop following me and just stand still.

We had made it to the back of the hanger where no one else was. i didn't say anything i just froze, still facing away from him but stopping to listen.

"i'm sorry" he said blankly, i could hear the true remorse in his voice that really threw me off.

i slowly turned my head his direction, just staring at the man as he tried to reason with me.

"for what?" i was a little confused, he really didn't do anything wrong. he just expressed his anger at me which isn't unusual.

"for making you think i was disappointed in you" he stepped closer, still 10 feet away but he was approaching slowly

"you didn't make me think anything" i scoffed, not giving him the pleasure of an easy forgive.

"you remind me of my younger self" he said softly

"that's a new one" i shrugged like it meant nothing to me

"we both had shit fathers, shit childhoods, and grew up in a household that shouldn't exist" he dropped his arms, trying to relate with me

"what made your childhood so shitty hm?" i fully turned around to face him, trying to show i wasn't intimidated

he had an abusive father yes, mother was never around yes, and sure that all adds up to a shitty childhood.

"don't make me say it" he stopped coming closer and almost froze in his steps

"phil if we are so similar, then why do you hide everything about you from everyone" I was challenging him, i had to.

i had to know why he's so secretive, why he expects so much from us but he isn't expected of nothing.