One of the best spies in the United States suffers Post Traumatic Stress breakdowns and almost dying on the job. She goes back to her hometown to spend winter break with her family members and to take care of her mental health. Things are going well...
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The lady with the dark mask revealed her face. She is a black woman with black braid. She has a gaping scar on the side of her right cheek. The scar is black and red with some blood leaking out. She hissed when she took off her mask, acknowledging the pain. If this duct tape was not in my mouth, I would be throwing up. I know everyone else is shocked as well. I do not know how she got that scar, who would do this to her? But the real question I should be asking is, why is she doing all this? What is she trying to accomplish? So many unanswered questions.
"I see you all staring at this scar." She softly rubs it, she hisses again touching it. I do not know why she did that. "If you are wondering who did this to me, I cut myself open. Why would do such a thing to myself? Well, there is only one person to blame for all this and that is you Agent Dawn."
Why is she blaming me for everything? What did I do to her to cause her to cut herself? I never met her before in my life. I did not know she existed until now.
"It is all your fault! You were the one who started all this. You ruined my life and a lot of people's lives!" She yells at me. I still do not know what she is talking about. I do not know if she is telling the truth or if she is crazy.
"If you still do not know what I am talking about or who I am, probably, this will explain everything." She said, clapping her hands. I look at her strange for randomly clapping her hands. Then all of a sudden, I see Julian's son. I cannot believe I forgot about him. I guess the black out made me forget that he was with my family in the basement. But I am questioning why isn't he tied up just like the red of us? Why is he hugging the woman?
"This is my son and I am Julian's wife!" She reveals. My eyes widened and my mouth agape when she said that. I never thought about the boy's mother. I was too focused on his father, that I did not question where his mother was at or if she was even in her child's life. Now that I am seeing her for the first time, everything that is happening right now makes sense.
"You were not expecting the mother to show up, didn't you?" She asks, picking up the boy and putting him on her shoulders. She snaps her fingers signaling Agent Cease to pull up a chair, so she could sit across from me. She is giving me the death stare; a lot of hate, pain, anger, and vengeance when she looks at me. Just looking at her makes me sad. Seeing the huge scar on her face and how hate and sadness is running through her makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Am I making you feel uncomfortable right now? That is how I felt ever since that night you killed my husband and scarred my baby boy for life. Are you happy with yourself?" She asks. She was on the verge of crying, but she held it in.
Since I can't answer the question with my mouth shut, I am not happy with myself. I wish I could turn back time and handle the situation differently. But sadly, none of us don't have that type of power. I have to live with that forever.
"I bet you were thrilled when you shot my husband and killed him. I know you love seeing children get physically and emotionally hurt, especially my son. I got to ask; do you even care about my son?" She asks. Every time she speaks, her anger and voice rise.
To answer her question again without speaking, I do care about her son. He is the reason why I poured all my life into him. I was the one that started the search hunt for him, it may not have worked out, but at least I put in the effort. Her son is the reason why I decided to quit my profession as a spy. I could not bear the pain of knowing that I destroyed a child's life and seeing other kids get killed.
I understand that she is the mother, but she has no clue how much I did for this boy. I could have just forgot about him and continued living my life. It was not like he was my child, or I personally knew him. Plus, he was the son of an evil father who kidnapped people. Even with all that, I knew that leaving a child behind is morally wrong. Children are important in this world as they are needed for the next generation. Also, just because his father was evil, doesn't mean he is like him as well. All I want is to see the boy happy and grow up to live a great fulfilling life. This narrative that I do not care about the boy has to end, because I care a lot about him.
"No seriously, do you care about my son? Did you even bother looking for him when he ran away? Do you know how old he is? What does he like to do for fun? What's his favorite food? What's his favorite color? Who his favorite person in the world is? Or what religion he practices?" She asks numerous questions. She does have a point that I do not know too much about him. It was not like I did not want to get to know him, but the boy did not want to communicate. Also, a lot was happening, which distracted me from getting to know the boy more.
"Here is a better question for me to ask, can't believe I did not ask this before. Do you even know what my son name is?" She asks.
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