Kiss of the Assassin || +18

Chapter 3 || Scarlett

I pull on the breaks of my bike and come to a slow stop. I kick out the kickstand and lean to the side, allowing Kaylin to climb off. She hoists herself up and off, landing on her feet perfectly. I turn the key and shut the engine of my bike off. Kaylin removes her helmet and huffs out a sigh. She locks eyes with me as we're both silent. It's late in the night. After Dad passed, Patrick and the doctor removed his body. The funeral is in three days. Patrick had already informed close friends and family members. He mentioned that tomorrow will be the start of business discussions. Who my apparent bodyguard is, where he'll be, who his name is, all that stuff. We'll go over more information like what all is said in Dad's will. What he wanted to do with the house, appointing the family business to me, everything. But for the night, Patrick let Kaylin and I go home. 

I could tell Kaylin had been sobbing the entire ride to her house. Her eyes are puffy and still glossy. I loved the fact that Dad wasn't technically her biological father, but he did so much for her, adopting her, making her his own. Dad didn't have to. He had every right to turn her away and make her figure her own shit out. Instead, he took her under his wing, trained her, raised her, everything. He was the only father figure she ever had in her life. And it only lasted some years for her. She might've known him from a younger age, but by the age of seven, he adopted her. And she had him until now. That's, what, 18 years she's had with him? Compare to me, I've had him for all of 26 years.  

"Are you gonna be okay?" I ask her. She nods her head, waving me off.

"I should be asking you that." She claims. "Are you sure you don't want me staying the night with you? I can pack a quick bag." She suggests.

"No, no. I'll be okay. I'm just gonna head home and go straight to sleep anyways." I explain. She inhales deeply and nods her head. 

"Okay." She says. "Call me for anything. I'll keep my ringer on." She says. She reaches over and we give each other a tight hug. We stay like this for a good, long while. It wasn't words that needed to be said. A hug can say a thousand words for people. But I knew Kaylin and I were promising each other that Dad's death wouldn't hurt us, wouldn't make us make bad choices. We'd always be there for each other and more. We'll do everything we can to keep each other safe, no matter what. And it was a promise. 

Kaylin is the first to break the hug. She takes a step back and shows me a small smile, nodding her head before walking around the bike and walking towards her house. I waited a few moments for her to unlock the front door and enter inside. I see a few lights light up the inside and I finally turn my bike on, kicking up the kickstand and driving off. 

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I turn the bike down the long, curvy driveway of my home. I turn it around to the front door and kill the engine, kicking out the kickstand. I finally remove my helmet and huff out a breath. The night animals all are chirping away, hooing, some even scattering around in the woods surrounding the house. My house was large, four bedrooms, upstairs, wide, tall. Four bedrooms may be too much for a family of one, but I liked the space. I loved the scenery around here. The way the trees surrounded the land. The way most of the trees leaned over the house, casting a partial cover. It was perfect. The white paint reflected well with the seasons. Especially the fall season. All the trees are different colors of red, orange, yellow and brown right now. It's the fall season, my most absolute favorite season of the year. I lived for it. Mostly because it's Halloween season. Bat shit crazy people are more noticeable and the creepy, scary stories are coming out to feel the vibe. 

The backyard is my favorite. Walking out the backdoor, there's a path of gravel, along with square stones leading to the backyard set. A large fire pit, chairs circling around it. Most of the time, I tend to sit back there and read my books for a good while. Especially when the weather is perfectly in the 60s and 70s.