Assassin (on hold)

08 || Whitmore Residence

"You need to show alot of fucking assholes that you're not weak."

I'd never created enemies on purpose. Well, maybe I had but I never let it get serious.
Most of my enemies were already made, or "fated" you could say, by my father. He decided who I was to be friends with, who was my enemy. He decided it all.

He had also decided that Lily was a bad influence on me, and that i needed to get rid of her- meaning remove her as my roommate.

I didn't let him. It was the first time i had defied him, he didn't like that very much. He blamed Lily for my disobedience. He bad mouthed her as I stood there silently, standing my ground.

After years of staying alone and isolated from friends or parties or anything of the sort, Lily would voluntarily reached out to me every time she went out- "Hey, I'm going out today! Wanna come?" Even though she knew I'd always decline.

She never gave up on me. She annoyed me, she talked to me, she helped me.

I guess my father didn't like that.

"Hey! Food's here, come on," said Alex as I got out of my head

I ordered food for everyone, it wasn't on me and even if it was, who cares.
I stepped out of my room, noticing everyone already downstairs and around the island table. Pizzas scattered on the table.

I walked down, sensing a gaze on my head as I ignored it, walking to the cabinet and taking a plate out.

"Pepperoni or cheese?" Lily asked with a smile, in an effort to make it less awkward but her smile showed something else. I looked at her and picked up a pepperoni slice, putting it in my plate.

"Pepperoni." I said, awkwardly as I walked to the living room.

"Hey guys, wanna watch a movie?"
"Are you serious? We're supposed to be on a mission right now."
"Stop being a buzzkill!"
"I mean, I'm in if you guys are,"

They bickered on and on but ended up starting a movie- Star Wars.

I watched, mindlessly as I thought of everything that's happened. And of course, my mood worsened.

I stood up, put my plate in the sink and washed my hands as I heard footsteps approach me.
"Where you going?" Lily's voice whispers, trying not to disturb the group watching the movie. "Upstairs, room." I said, washing my plate.

"Why? We're literally watching a movie, come on!" She said, emphasising 'on'. "Please?" She pouted.
"I'm not in the mood." I looked back at her. "D-did you get my-"

"Yes. I did." I cut her off, I'm sure she meant her letter.

"Oh.. O-okay... Look, if you wanna talk-"
"I know, you're there," I cut her off again.

"Susan I'm being serious. Please." She begged, I sighed "Okay." I turned around, drying my hands. I left then and there for my room, without any other word. I could tell she was disappointed but there isn't much I can give her right now.

2 hours later it's I don't know how much past midnight, I sketched, I had a shower, I scrolled on my phone, read through the files twice and yet I still feel weird. I can't sleep.

But then I suddenly heat the sound of a bike. That bike. At 2 fucking am in the morning. I sit up abruptly, contemplating whether I should look out the window and face that or stay in my bed staring at the ceiling and wait for it to happen kn it's own.

I like to be prepared, so I walk to my window and push the curtain out of my sight till what I can see outside the gate is a man whose bike is parked beside him as his hand hesitates over the doorbell.