Liar's Desire ✔️

31| Worst They Did

Carlos's POV

"I get why you're mad about the whole Stephanie thing," my father said, "But her great-great-great-grandparents founded my agency." 

"She doesn't seem to care about the purpose anyways," I said, "She seemed more interested in attacking people. Bad people. Missed a word there." 

"Either way, her father is the heir to the company once her grandmother dies," he said, "Be on good terms with her family." 

I nodded and went to my room. No wonder Stephanie was so aggressive, it runs in her blood. 

Recently, I had just found out that my dad wasn't really a detective but actually some sort of spy.  It was really confusing and I didn't think much of it. I had been doing mission for a pretty long time, it didn't matter at this point. 

My father told me to text Stephanie about some new mission that we had to do. Last time, she almost got herself killed. I guess her and I had to work on our weaknesses because the next mission was going to be better than the last. 

Elizabeth. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was at the party. What was she doing there? Her family seemed to have good connections with Esterson but there had to be more to it than just that. 

Tristan. I was worried for him. Yeah, he was a horrible person in the past but he was trying to change. I didn't forgive him completely for what he had done but I wasn't going to hold it against him either. I wanted Tristan to get back on his feet. 

Stephanie. She's aggressive but I guess that's what I always lacked in missions: the ability to actually use my strength. For some reason, I had always held back when it came to violence during missions. I guess it was time to change that. Overall, I enjoyed having Stephanie as my friend and partner, mission partner. 

My father. He thought that he could buy my love with gifts and whatever but I honestly didn't care about any of that anymore. I wanted our family to go back to how it was before I started doing missions. But, I guess that would never happen so wishing was useless. 

My mother. She was waiting for the day that I would actually try tequila and liked telenovelas. Thats it. Oh, wait. I would cry in her arms pathetically when I was getting bullied. She'd see the bruises on my face and worried. I never told her the truth but she was the only one that would comfort me. 

Tiffany. Every time I saw her, I couldn't help but be terrified. I tried to hide my fear every time I was near her but seeing her reminded me of when I got bullied. Even though it was Tristan who would do most of her dirty work, I still remember that smile on her face. A malicious smile that I hated. 

Myself. A lot had happened in my life. First off all, I got bullied pretty badly but I guess I was getting over it slowly. Tiffany randomly appearing in my life again wasn't any help though. Being a spy for my fathers agency can be annoying since my life was always at risk. Didn't father ever think about that, the fact that his only son is at risk of death constantly? 

I closed my eyes. I crossed my fingers and hoped to not wake up in a cold sweat because I was having nightmares about my past. I couldn't let my father find out or anyone else because telling Stephanie was already a bad idea on its own. 

"What's the worst thing that they've ever done to you?" Stephanies words were echoing in my mind. 

The darts, the burning, and everything. All of it was terrible. But the worst thing that they did? I could remember it like it was yesterday. 

They tried to kill me. Or at least they planned too. Brooke was about to lock me in a closet, like usual. Then she took out a water bottle and poured an awful smelling liquid on the floor, gasoline. Tiffany was behind her and she wasn't even smiling. She had this blank expression on her face, she didn't seem to even care. Tiffany lit a match and the two of them just left. 

Little did they know, I'm a trained spy. I escaped from the rope tied around my wrists and undid the rope around my feet. Smoke was filling the room and I ripped the tape off of my mouth. I sprinted towards the door but, it was locked. 

I banged on the door but the fire was spreading throughout the room and smoke was rising. 

Words rushed through my mind, am I going to die? No, not here. I can't. Someone, please. Anyone, please. There was no way to escape so I just fell to my knees helplessly. 

Hinata opened the door. Tristan was behind him but he didn't look at me, he just stared to his left. Hinata used the fire extinguisher and the fire was put out but the room was still damaged. 

"The messed up room is your problem," Hinata said before leaving. 

Tristan whispered something like, "Mianhae" and ran to catch up to Hinata. 

Back then, I didn't know any Korean. But now, with my little knowledge of Korean, I knew what he meant. I guess Tristan had apologized from the start. 'Mianhae' meant 'I'm sorry' in Korean. 

That was Tristan's first apology to me, 'Mianhae,' I finally knew what he meant.