Dylan’s POV:
I was just laying on the bed and thinking. I still felt like I was a thousand and seven degrees! During the most awkward situation I had ever been in I was red and I couldn’t stop looking at my feet. I did look up at Avery and she was just kind of standing there in shock. I’m not sure if it was from what she saw when they walked in, how Greg was yelling or both. I’m not sure but I really want to talk to her and now I will have plenty of time to given that I have to spend my time with her, in her room. Just the two of us. This is going to be weird! But I know that nothing will happen because for one I am dating her brother two I don’t like her that way and I never have and three I think of her as my little sister. I have known her for so long and she is just like a sister. I love her and I love that she is able to accept both Ash and I.
I heard the door open and close and a couple seconds later the bed moved.
“Hey Dyl... I uh I gotta talk to you.” Avery said.
“Av i’m so sorry. But just like Ash said nothing happened. Well besides the whole kissing part but that’s it and I don’t want you to think any less of me and I just feel bad that now you have to share a room with me and if this is what you are going to talk to me about. I just want to say that I am very sorry and I just really want all of you guys to be ok with this and be ok with me and not hate me. OH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T HATE ME! PLEASE! DON’T HATE ME PLEASE, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY! PLEASE AV!” I yelled the last part. All of it came out in a huge rush and I didn’t really take a breath until the end.
She grabbed my shoulders and started talking. “Dyl I DO NOT hate you. I still love you and we will always except you. I promise! Also that’s not the reason I wanted to talk.” She paused and took a couple of breaths. “I wanted to talk to you about today... I... I saw your dad today...”
“Really? Where?” I asked. I didn’t know he was in Florida. Why was he here?
“I saw him at the meeting today...”
“Why was he at Greg’s meeting?” I asked. None of this was making sense!
“I need you to promise me that you will not interrupt me until i’m done and then you can say whatever you please. Promise?” Avery asked.
“I promise?” It came out as more of a question but I wasn’t going to interrupt her if she didn’t want me to.
“Okay so the reason why we are here is for me and MY job. It was MY meeting that I saw your dad at. He told me that I need to tell you about me and my job. He said I need to tell you everything about me and what exactly I do. So what i’m telling you is the true me and I am sorry for all the things i’ve lied to you about. The thing is, i’m an assassin and your dad was in a meeting with me because he might want to hire me for a job. I don’t know what the job is or why he needs it. I actually don’t know anything about it, I was only asked questions today and I need to go back tomorrow for tests. I just needed to tell you this. Your dad told me I had to tell you so... This is the real me and if you want to ask any questions i’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Avery said. I was so tempted to interrupt her throughout the whole thing. She told she was an assassin and my mouth fell open probably down to the ground. WHAT THE HELL? SHE’S A FUCKING ASSASSIN? WHAT THE HELL? AND WHY THE HELL DOES MY FATHER NEED HER? (A.N. Sorry for the swearing but I thought it was relevant.)
“S-s-so... You like k-kill people as a job?” I stuttered out.
“Yes, that is my job. That’s what I was trained to do.”
“H-how many people have you...?” I started to say but I trailed off. I didn’t want to ask but I had to know how many.
“Please don’t think less of me. It’s my job!” She said and then she started crying. “20 kills in about 2 years.” Avery said between sobs. She was crying and I couldn’t take to see her that way. I didn’t care that I was totally freaking out, I pulled her into a hug.
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Assassin (One Direction story)
Teen FictionBeing in high school and having a job it's hard, but is even harder when your an assassin for the government and in high school you and you have to keep your two lives separate things become hard. It gets harder when a new man steps in and tries to...
