Bound By Fate

8. the millans

I lazily open my eyes trying to ignore the splitting headache. This is exactly what I get for drinking like a sailor. I turn in bed as I close my eyes again in case it helps with the headache. When I open my eyes they land on a pill and water in a glass with a note. “Take this.” it says.

My phone rings making me sit up in bed and its mike. I quickly tap the receiver icon after popping the pills.

Its about time.
Me

I missed you too sweet sister.
Mike.

How are you? Did you find dad?
Me.

Am okay and no I haven't, he must be under a rock or something.
Mike.

Where are you?
Me.

Am in Italy.
Mike

What? How? When? What are you doing there? I thought you were staying at carlos's.
Me

One question at a time max
Mike

Well?
Me

I am but a friend of mine was going on a business trip and had a plus one so why not. And besides the stupid Russians wont go all the way to kill me right?
Mike

A new girlfriend?
Me

I ask smiling despite myself.

Am not answering that.
Mike

Fine.
Me

Is he taking good care of you?
Mike

He has not given me a reason to doubt him.
Me.

that’s good call me in case of anything, I gotta go.
Mike.

And he hangs up.

He never fails to worry about me despite being younger than me. He is all I have I couldn’t trade him for anyone.

The door is pushed open and Fiona walks in, “you gotta be kidding me.” she scoffs walking further in. “get off the bed!” she snaps and am confused.

“what?” I furrow my eyebrows from the crazy headache, the pills have not worked yet.

“what're in bed at this time. Get a life.” she says shrugging her shoulders. “ or better yet let me give you one, we are living in fifteen.”

I slowly glance at the time and its 10 am. “going where?” I ask staring at her as she flops on the couch and leans back with her back propped on the back rest and she puts her left leg on top of the other.

I didn't get a chance to properly look at her face last night due to the darkness, now I realize her eyes are nothing like Leo's, her's are a deep shade of amber almost brown like Allen's.

Her outfit is all black not leather, she has a sleeveless sports top and a pair of black pants that define her body curves accompanied by a different pair of black boots from yesterdays. Looks like she always has a gun strapped to her thigh with a few small knives.

Her hair is tied to a tight ponytail and her smoky eyes are staring into my soul, “ apparently my brother feels like you need to learn how to defend yourself.” she finally explains and I am surprised. “ c'mon chop chop, time is of the essence.” she says clapping her hands rapidly and I jump off the bed.

“fine. I'll quickly freshen up.” I say rushing into the bathroom.

“ ten minutes remaining.” she yells from the bedroom and I here the door being shut. She must have left.

I'd really love to learn a few skills, I can't keep being saved. I wash myself as my mind wonders to last night. I can't seem to remember everything. I just remember vaguely coming back to the house but the details are blur. I didn’t get to spend time with Amy and Lexy. Apparently they had something going on and didn’t have the time.