Wanted Hearts

3: Break Ins

The belle of the ball, that's what I was expected to be. That is what this mockery of a dress made me out to be, the belle of their glamorous ball. I had always worn navy blue, that was my color, they sent every time in a new dress, but the same color. But this time the dress was red, scarlett red matching my name as much as it could. Someone purposefully did this, as I groaned, racing down the hall looking for a pair of heels that I would honorably find comfortable.

My laptop was wide open as I walked in, my surveillance bug activating as I moved the cursor on my computer. I moved my head to the side, staring at the profile of the man before me. Oliver Thornes. I hacked my way through his file, unlocking everything I didn't have clearance for, with a special password I had: my fathers. Oliver had it right about me using my father, but only for his password.

His profile seemed similar to mine, the same training, the same classes, but his experience list went on for infinity, even things my father didn't have access to. I scrolled down to his personal profile, under the family section, nothing appeared. Not a single name, he wasn't married, he had no children, he had no parents, no siblings, everyone in his past was deceased. Every single person. He was cold for a reason, I understood him more now, admired him more now that was who he truly was. That was his real self, he didn't go home to a loving family and unpeel the barrier down, that was him.

I figured I might as well get to know the man I could be with for a year or even more, you wouldn't return from a mission until it was completed, the person obtained, the crime solved. But this one would be long, we had no assistance in the field, no one to radio out to, no one to help us. It would just be us on our own suicide mission.

I needed to find a way to hack into his computer's database, I needed to find out everything about him and I had it here, starting with his address, his multiple addresses. The clock ticked as the doorbell rang, and I rose up to go unlock it. Shutting my laptop as I looked out the window.

No one was there, not a single person as I opened the door, my heart thundering as I looked out at the heavy tree swaying in its place, peeking my head out to each corner. The neighbor's kids had just ding dong ditched me and I was now covered in worries. But that was until my alarms went off, someone was messing with me now. The alarm went off for my bedroom window and a certain chirp flew through the house as I shut the door, locking it. The phone rang as I picked it up, I'd let this bastard take their time. Take what they want, I had nothing they wanted.

"Chip. What?" I picked up the phone, grabbing the sharpest knife I could find. I hated whoever was breaking into my house, not because they were simply breaking into my house, but because now I would have a station car parked outside my house 24/7. Just wait till my father hears about this, oh yeah. He wouldn't give a fuck.

"There is someone in your house right now. WHY ARE YOU NOT TAKING SHELTER?" He yelled, shouting loudly into the phone, even the fella upstairs could hear him. I started going up the stairs, I couldn't stand someone rumbling through my sheets, my closet. Why do they always think girls hide their stuff in stupid places?

"I'll be fine. I have to go". I hung up the phone, not ready to hear Chip's insistence as he cried out for me to be careful. I was more experienced than him and I didn't need protection, this world was unimaginable at moments. Especially moments like these.

I slid the phone on the counter, hoping my stairs wouldn't creek, creeks that made the announcement to the whole world that I was here. And he definitely knew now, he definitely knew that I was coming up the stairs. I moved up the stairs, slowly opening the door to my room, assessing my game plan as he frantically hit my computer, tapping the spacebar like a mad man.

My computer skills were where I was most skilled, and I was offended as I tried to figure out what he was doing, what he even wanted to accomplish. And nobody messed with me or my fucking tech. I grabbed my knife in hand as I pulled him back, slamming him to the ground, his body hitting the floor in a single thud. I pushed him down, my foot stepping on his rough chest as I pushed him down further, not even paying attention to his face, the awkward position I was in with my burglar or my killer I wasn't sure.