Heaven: The Story of an Assassin

Chapter 25. The Getaway

"Unless you mean property as someone you don't want to lose, then it's clear. You're my property, whether you like it or not," he declares.

Chapter 25. The Getaway

Now that I notice it, there's something in my Dad's jacket - I mean, in one of its pockets. I found out when I took it off completely and placed the heavy jacket on the countertop. There was a sound of a light impact between the countertop and something else.

After changing into a clean shirt and pants (which I did so for another century), I look for the object and surprised to find my phone. I almost forgot about this.

Now that I remember it, there should be something else in this pocket. The one I bought for Seven for his birthday. So I look for it and get disappointed when I found none. How could my phone be here and not my gift for Seven? Maybe, it fell back in the hospital? After all it's just a tiny tag of his name designed for mobile phones.

I sigh. His birthday has already passed anyway. No use.

I check the phone and found voice mails. All from Chris, Kelly and Marsha too. I wonder how they're doing. I haven't checked on them mostly because I've been out of this world.

I listen to some of it. All of them are wondering where the hell I am, or am I coming back at all?

"Leanne, just checking on you. Call me back please." - Kels

"Hi dear, it's been a week since you're gone. Call us and tell us you're okay." - Marsha

The others were all the same until I stumble into one of Chris's voice messages.

"Hey, it's Chris again. I don't know if this will reach you. Nick told us you're in the hospital. But we checked on you and you weren't there. What happened? Where are you and Nick? Marsha's worried that you aren't answering your phone. Anyway, call us as soon as you get this."

Seven really called them. I mean how could he just shoot me and then sort of called for help? Honestly, I need him to tell me in words why. I don't want mind games. What made him change his mind? I was sure for a fact he did really intend to kill me that night. His eyes were deadly. His anger was venomous about my Dad killing his mom. He was unforgiving. What could possibly make him just end up only grazing me?

But my thoughts drift back to my kindly neighbors. Should I call them? What would I say? What would I tell them? They're people free from my world, and I don't want them to end up getting tangled in my messy realm. They most certainly don't deserve it. I miss hanging out with them though.

I flop myself back to bed. The tray of sweets waiting in my sidetable. I stare at it for a while thinking about what Seven said. I guess everyone can guess what I'm contemplating about. I haven't had one in so long. I badly want to have one and pop it in my mouth. But the ups of not taking some of it in a while, is that my system isn't craving for it. Sort of like a habit.

I swallow hard choosing to turn to my right side. This is the right direction. Okay, that's a lame one.

HEAVEN

"I let you loose for a few days, you came back wounded," Nixon Black starts when he settled on the couch he usually takes. "Not to mention, it happened twice."

"Forgive me, Dad," was on the tip of my tongue but I I shrug it off. I've been a fool alright. "I'm not really invincible," I mutter.

This makes him frown for a bit but then he ignores it. "I'm not talking about your invincibility. I'm talking about negligence," he says sternly.