The Guard Job

Chapter 32

Chapter 32
That voice... It's been a very long time. Ten years to be exact. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I heard her footsteps come closer. I felt a stab of betrayal and pain. "Why?" I let out a whisper.

"Why what?" She asked as she stepped into view. Tears pricked the back of my eyes. She had a cunning smile on. Her facial features were similar to what they were ten years ago, just with a few wrinkles. Her hair was slightly grey. Nothing added up.

"Why would you do this mom?" I asked with a scratchy voice. "You wanted to protect me before. That's why you and dad left," I said.

"Well, see that's where past tense comes in. Wanted. We wanted to protect you," she said. I looked at her, horrified. There was no sign of dad.

"Where's dad?" I asked. A pained expression entered her facial features but went as quickly as it came. Her expression became impassive and stoic.

"It's your fault," she blamed. My fault what? Why isn't dad here? Confusion flooded my head.

"What?" I snapped. "Where's dad?" I pressed the subject more. Her hands clenched at her sides.

"It's your fault. Your fault. He shouldn't be at the state he is right now," she blames as I saw her eyes start to water. That was always my weak moments, when I was younger. Crying, I hated it when people cried. If dad's not here... I gasped when I realized what se meant.

"H-he's dead?" I stuttered. Her watery eyes snapped to wards me and hardened into a glared.

"He is because of you," she blamed. I let out a stuttered breath and tears burned the back of my eyes, again. Denial was all I heard in my head. Hoping, he was alive somehow.

"No, he can't be," I said. A tear strolled down my cheek, leaving a trail behind.

"Where do you think he is?" She sneered. I shook my head. My emotions were everywhere at this point. I was a mood swing itself.

"Somewhere out there," I said in a whisper. My voice was raw.

"Stop being delusional. Do you know how this happened? How you got that ribbon," she asked. Each sentence, hell each word was like a dull knife scratching at me. My breath hitches as I looked to my side. I felt a rough and slender hand grab my face. She shoved my face to face her and I saw his eyes were wild. I knew at that moment, she was driven over the edge. She was no longer my mother, yet she was. My heart raced as I sobbed.

"No, I don't," I said in a defeated voice. My lip quivered and I felt as if a big weight went over my shoulders.

"Well you see during the first year, your father and I were fine. When the CSP found us, they tortured us to tell them where you were. Of course, you were right in front of them but hiding strategy number one, hide in an obvious place. It's less likely for them to look for you there. Of course, I was about to break and you father stayed strong, for both of us," she said in an emotionless tone but broke at the end. I sucked in a breath at her words. " He was the first to go. They killed him, in front of me. It was because he was protecting you. They offered me a deal. At that point, I didn't care and I accepted," she said, vulnerable. She was closer up and I saw the sadness behind her stoic look. Her face has gone skinny.

"He d-died," I stuttered. Her pushed my face away with a sneer.

"Of, course and it was your fault," she blamed. She was right, it was my fault. If I wasn't born, my parents wouldn't have suffered. If my dad weren't protecting me, he wouldn't have died. I sagged onto the cold platform and my heart rate slowed down. I sucked up my emotion and I looked to the blank wall.

"One request before you experiment, let Talia go. She doesn't deserve to be here," I requested. My mom cocked her head to the side and examined me. A smirk plastered onto her face.

"So that's why a boy roamed around Japan for," she laughed. I looked at her, confused. "You see an hour ago, there was a boy roaming around. Japan is the home to the CSP. There isn't anyone who doesn't go unnoticed. That boyish happened to befriend you. You like him, don't you?" She asked. Him? Who? 

"Who's the him?" I questioned. Please don't be Crash or Dallas. I hoped it wasn't them but the next sentence caught me off guard.

"The black haired boy with blue eyes," she stated. My heart stopped for a second. No, it can't be. My heart sped up and hammered my chest. "I see, you do like him. What about the brown haired boy with brown eyes? He's a beauty too," she smiled, evilly. She knows that both of them are here too. My heart plummeted to my stomach. I felt sick.

"Don't do anything to them. Please," I begged. She shook her head.

"Please? I don't have a daughter who would just be defeated so easily," she said, in disappointment.

"I'll do anything," I begged in desperation. She gave a shrill laugh and looked at me.

"How about you bring your daddy back to life," she sneered. She wasn't going to do anything. "Now," she said as she walked towards the telephone and picked it up. "Samuel, bring the two boys in here," she ordered and shut the phone. She twirled around and smiled. "Now, what am I going to do with you," she grinned.