Trust Me

Chapter 1

"Lia?...Lia help me please!" I heard her scream.

"I'm coming! Hold on!" I came barreling in the room only to find it completely dark. "M?"

"Well well well the infamous Liana has fallen for the oldest trick in the book. Best agent my ass." He mockingly scoffed.

"What trick? What are you talking about?" I asked very confused. "Where's M?"

"I'm right here L." I then saw M walk out of the dark with a smirk on her face. "Surprise "L"." She said using air quotes mockingly around the nickname she gave me before pulling out a gun, pointing it straight at my chest.

*Bang*

I jumped up drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air, clutching my chest. I hate that nightmare, but I only get it a few times now since "the incident". I sighed remembering its only a bad dream. I get up and go to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Being a secret agent has its perks, like getting $100,000 per month but, there's also the constant chance of you dying, that's the down side. I live in a two story six bedroom/bathroom house on the outskirts of London. I was born and raised in California but once I got recruited into the queen's secret agency, I had to move. I'm mixed my dad is white and my mom is black. I was 15 when the agency found me and I'm 20 now. I've been through more than a soldier in Iraq.

I walked back up stairs and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked at my alarm clock on my dresser beside me and saw I had 5 minutes before I had to get up. Deciding to just get up and get ready, I stood up and started heading to my bathroom to shower. I walked across the hall to my bathroom and stripped out of my pajamas. I stepped into the hot shower and let it scold my skin just for a moment before turning it to a lower temperature. I grabbed my French vanilla scented body wash and stared to clean my body.

After I got out of the shower I wrapped a towel around my self and started to blow dried my hair while walking back to my room. I walked to my dresser and pulled out some underwear and a matching bra. Next I picked out a flowing navy blue shirt with a lace back and some black skinny jeans. I walked over to my mirror pulling up my dark brown hair into a high pony tail and applied some light eye liner and mascara.

By now it was 6 A.M. I walked down stairs and grabbed a small fruit salad bowl out of the fridge and pack it in my purse along with my phone. I walk out and lock the front door and head over to my garage.

'What should I drive today? The motorcycle, Ferrari, Bugatti, or the Range Rover?' I asked myself in my head. 'Lets go with the motorcycle.' I grab my keys, black leather jacket from the hook in the corner of the garage and hop on my bike. I take my helmet of the handle and put it on. I press a button on my keys and start see the beautiful sunrise little by little as the garage door starts to open slowly.

I don't think twice about speeding off right onto the street going a steady 80 mph. I feel free, easily dodging all the cars on the road, probably startling a few people as well. After about 20 min I reach the agency's building, its a T-Mobile office building. I walk inside with my helmet still on simply because I'm too lazy to take it off and I know no one has the guts to say any thing to me. You see, no one knows about "the incident" and what happened. I used to be energetic, fun, care-free. All they know is that one day I just...changed. Now, I keep to myself, stay at home most of the time, and barely ever talk to anyone anymore.

I walked straight to the elevator despite all the skeptical looks I was receiving from random customers. I pressed the button and waited, staring straight at the cold metal doors. Once the doors opened I walked in and turned around. Everyone who had been staring quickly turned away. The doors closed and I pressed all 13 buttons, the elevator shook for a second before going down. When the doors reopened I stepped out, agents were swarming everywhere just as any other day.