Unrealistic Reality

Chapter 29: Unrealistic Reality

I got the feeling my wig was falling off. No, it wasn't a feeling, it was the reality. My brown wig flew off of my head the minute the wind blew in my face again.

I am so screwed.

I tried to grab my wig by running after it, but I bumped into a hard chest.

"Chloe Cramel, what a surprise to see you here." A voice said. Oh no, this can't be true. My cover can't be exposed, not like this.

Damn wind.

I slowly looked up and faced Mark. He had a smirk on his face his eyes shined with amusement. "Uh, hey Mark, long time no see. I am so sorry, but I need to hurry right now, so I'll see you later." I rushed, but I was stupid to think I would even set one step away from him.

I was still in Criminal Minds after all.

"I don't think so." Mark said, and blew on his whistle. In that moment, all of the men who were present came walking towards us, and I felt small.

Very small.

When everyone stood there, I locked eyes with Nathaniel and Max. They had scared looks on their faces, and I knew this was a bad thing.

Why did I want to dry my hair so much?

"This girl here, pretended to be another person, while working undercover for Blood Hounds. She wanted to steal one million dollar from us. And what do we do with thieves?" Marks yelled. How did he know what I was doing? Damn.

"We kill them!" all the man except Nate and Max screamed. The fair in my eyes showed, and I wondered where Charlie was.

"No, please, let me go." I cried in front of everyone. I didn't care about my façade anymore, I just needed to get away from here.

Everyone started to scream nasty things at me, and I saw anger burning in Nate's eyes. He wanted to step forwards, when Mark stopped them.

"Enough!" he screamed, while turning to me. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and shivers came all over my body.

"Okay, I'll let you go." My eyes widened in shock. Did he made a joke or something?

"But don't think you can get away from me. I am not done with you. I promised the surprise wouldn't be pretty, and now, you have to face the consequences of your faults. We shall meet again, Chloe Cramel, and I am looking forward to see the look of surprise on your face when you see what I am about to do." With that said, he walked away, and every other man got back to work.

I stood there, frozen in my spot. This was bad, really bad.

I immediately called Jamie, waiting for him to pick up. The phone went straight to voicemail, and I feared for his life.

I needed to get to him and mom.

I rushed out of Criminal Minds, leaving everyone behind. Charlie was nowhere to be found, but I had other things to think about right now.

I just hoped I was in time.

I ran all the way to my house, and when I arrived, I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. I slowly grabbed my keys, and opened the door.

All the lights were off, and I thought it was weird, because normally, all the lights would be on. The bad feeling inside of me grew, and my heart started to hammer in my chest.

"Mom, Jamie?" I called out, but I got no answer. I slowly walked through the room, and switched the light on.
I looked around, but saw nothing strange. Maybe they were just out. Maybe I was worrying for nothing.

But then I heard a thud in my mom's bedroom, and I ran up the stairs as fast as I could.

I opened the door of the bedroom, but I wish I didn't.

My mom laid on the ground, with a lot of blood spread under her. There was a knife lying next to her, and her head laid in a strange way.

Someone cut her throat.

I gasped and put an arm over my mouth. I was too shocked at the sight, I couldn't move. You would expect there would be tears, but they didn't came. Shock and fear were the emotions I felt right now.

I didn't even notice that Jamie entered the room, but when I heard a gasp I turned around. His eyes were wide, and his hand was over his mouth too.
"Is that... is that mom?" Jamie asked with a small voice. I couldn't speak, I could only look at our mom, lying there on the ground, lifeless.

This isn't how I planned it to be. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Jamie kneeled by mom and checked her pulse, but I already knew she was dead.

Our mom was dead. Murdered, just like our father.

I couldn't believe it. This was my fault. I should've been more careful, I should've taken care of our mom before leaving.

I should've done a lot of things, but it is too late now.

Jamie and I had no one left. No parents to take care of us, no parents to love us.

We were all alone.

Anger was boiling up in my veins, and I slammed the wall. There was a massive whole I left, but I didn't care. All I saw was red. Red anger for Mark and his people.

They thought they could mess with me. They thought I was a scared little girl, who couldn't do anything to protect herself.

They underestimated me, and I could take that for my advantage.

I looked at Jamie as he cried next to our mother. I wish I could help him, take away his pain. I wish I could cry with him. I wish I could show my emotions, but I couldn't.

The minute I saw my mother lying there, my feelings left. The only piece of heart I had left was ripped away from me, and there is no way I could get it back.

But they shouldn't celebrate so soon. I let them be happy about their revenge for a little while, but I am not backing down.

I am coming back, and I am not giving up until they are all dead.

Killed by me, and buried six feet under.

They asked for a war?

They can get one.