Killed By Crew

Chapter 5

A while after my sobs had turned into hiccups, I rolled over in the bed and stared at the ceiling above me, my thoughts running wild with what happened earlier on.

Why did Caled say thise things to me and why was he acting weird when I mentioned my date with Devon? Caleb and I rarely spoke so whatever happened this morning was definatly not normal.

I just don't understand, one minute i'm hated by them so much that they wouldn't dare talk to me, won't even stand close to me and then then they want to know everything about me. Not literally but you know what I mean.

I don't know how long I stayed in my room crying but I knew I didn't have time to go for a good workout, something that would've actually helped get rid of my frustration.

Deciding that I have spent enough time wallowing in a short depression faze, I got up from my bed and looked the the time on my alarm clock.

2:37pm.

Yeah, that is definitely enough time crying. I quickly walked over to my chest of drawers while wiping away at my eyes. Bending down slightly, I pressed a small square button on the right side, underneath the second carving in the wood. You wouldn't even know it was there if you just looked at it. One great thing about being an assassin was having secret places to keep all of your weapons.

Neither my mom nor my brother knew about this, probably because they never came in here. With a slight click, the draws opened and revealed half of my weapons I kept at home, the other half being at the gym in Devon's office and a few stashed here and there. There were three rows of draws that opened, the see through case taking up the entire length of the draw which was one and a half meters long.

The first row holding my small guns like my Browning BDM 9mm pistols, two dart guns, a U.S SOCOM MK23 pistol, two 44 Colt Anaconda magnums and eight MK3 Offensive grenades.

The second draw held my knives and daggers, even one samurai sword, given to me buy the firm the second year I started. All of my knives and daggers were extremely sharp, ready to cut through anything. I even had a set of 32 throwing stars.

And last but not least, my third draw that held all my favourites. I had my sniper guns, two silent pistols, a AS50 semi automatic rifle and my favourite, a modified AK47.

Each gun rested in the case with enough ammo to last a shopping mal gun fight, not like I've ever been in one of those although I have taken out a target in one. All three cases had a keypad in order to open it. I typed in the code 2609 on the first keypad and it opened immediately. The code stood for the first target I ever took out, the twenty-sixth of September.

Taking out a Browning BDM 9mm pistol, a 4 inch silver dagger and a silent pistol, I laid them out on the bed, closing the draws straight after.

I would take these with me tonight. The thing about being in my line of work was that I had to be prepared always. I never left the house without a weapon.

I walked over to my bedside table and grabbed my Ipod from the draw, scrolling through the songs. Picking out Aerosmith 'Livin' On The Edge', I placed it on the IPod dock on my chest of draws and turned it up loud. I strolled to the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and dumping them in the wash basket before turning on the shower. The water was hot but it was exactly what I needed.

I washed my long hair, my body and shaved all the necessary parts, I sighed as I let the water wash over my face, Aerosmith floating through my bedroom and bathroom. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a towel, I brushed my teeth, washed my face and then headed back to my room. I sat myself at the vanity and brushed my hair, gazing at myself in the mirror, the music still playing but a different song.