Violet

Chapter 2

That day in the Forest, I killed 92 men, injured 11 for life and let 3 other men run for their lives. And I still don't regret it. Not one bit. Maybe I should think about their families and how much they would miss them and need them. No. My Dad said it before. They were bad men, they deserved what they got. But I could never shake the feeling of guilt I had afterwards, those men had families and friends, just like I do. Families and friends that they never would get back to. My life was like this though, kill or get killed, and I preferred the latter. 

I was sitting in my office, getting the reports on the new recruits done, whilst dwelling in these thoughts when a knock on my door woke me from my reverie.

- Come in!

A head slowly peaked into my office, my Dad, with a cheeky smile.

- Hey Bear!

- Hey Dad. - I said, shaking my head at the endearing name. - What's up?

- You're coming to dinner, right?

- Yes, Dad. I just finished, anyway. What are we having? - I asked, stomach grumbling.

- I can hear your stomach from here, Bear. Have you not eaten? - he asks with a frown.

- Yes, Dad, I have, I'm just hungry again. - I said rolling my eyes at him.

- Don't you roll your eyes at me, Missy. - he says sternly, - after that stunt you pulled a few years ago, I won't be able to ever stop worrying.

- Dad, what's for dinner? - I asked again. 

- Your sister is cooking. Apparently, she's tired of Ken's cooking, and your Mom said she retired from kitchen duties. 

- That sounds interesting, Zoe cooking. Can't wait to see that. Not really looking forward to tasting it though. - I said with a smile. My sister rarely cooked, and when she did, it was only for herself. We never actually had to try any of her food.

- Stop being mean and let's go home, Bear. 

Later as we got home, tired of London traffic, and my father traumatized with my swearing, we found the house smelled quite good, surprisingly.

- Vi? Is that you? Is your Dad with you? - shouted my Mom from upstairs. 

- Yes, Mom! We're home! Traffic was a bleeding nightmare!

- Maria, your daughter swears like a sailor! Put some Pepper in this girl's tongue! It's fowl! - he shouted back, complaining.

- Oh Dad, did your little girl traumatize you? - John, my older brother, mocked whilst coming down the stairs.

- Why do you people feel the need to shout all the time! John, set up the damn table! I've told you like ten times already! Dinner is practically ready! - Zoe admonishes John as she comes out of the kitchen, shouting like everyone else, may I add.

- Oh look, the kettle calling the pot black, I told you to ask nicely, Woman. I'm not your servant. Say please! - John shouts back.

- Please, John, just set the table for your sister. - asks Mom as she comes down the stairs. - Zoe, behave and stop shouting. Go finish dinner or I'll start asking you uncomfortable questions.

My Mom was always the one with the last word. With a kiss to mom's cheek and a nod, John left to do his task and Zoe scurried back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Just as they left the front door opened and in came Ken carrying a basket with a perplexed look on his face.  

- Hey Kenny, what do you have there? - I wondered.

- Violet, this was left for you at the door. - he said slowly with a confused face, handing me the basket.