An Assassin's Trust [Watty Awards]

Chapter Thirteen

Hey guys! It's been about a week and I'm posting a new chapter. Aren't you proud of me? I'm proud of me! haha

This chapter is not one of my favorites, but it is a pretty long one. I tried to incorportate humor and romance, but I guess I'm a little rusty? IDK. I also didn't have the patience/energy to super edit this so there are probably a few mistakes. So sorry about that. Next chapter will be better! I promise. And expect that chapter next week ;)

Here is Chapter Thirteen of An Assassin's Trust! Enjoy! :)

I kicked in the door and quickly entered the dark room. I was breathing hard and I could feel my pulse going into overdrive.

      “Dad,” I yelled, “Dad where are you!” I scanned the room and kneeling in the corner was my father. The space between us seemed to expand as I ran towards him. Once I was just a few feet away I noticed that my father was not alone.

Standing next to him was the man I despised most, Andrew Tridel. He had a gun pointed at my dad’s head and an evil grin on his face. Panic invaded my system and caused me to stop where I was because I knew that with every step I’d be putting my father’s life in more danger.

      “You’re late,” Andrew said. Those words rang in my ears and made a shutter run throughout my entire body. You’re late? You’re late. As in I’m too late?

      “No!” I screamed as Andrew pulled the trigger on his gun and I watched my father’s body fall limp onto the hard floor. Tears streamed down my face and at that moment I knew that I had failed. I’d lost my father; I’d lost the only family that I had left. I fell to the ground and let the sadness take over me, knowing that there was no way that I could ever recover from this. I felt like a little kid, helpless. As helpless as the time I watched my mother die. I was that six year old girl again and all I could do was cry.Then suddenly I remembered something, I wasn’t helpless.

Pure rage coursed through me and I looked at the man that took everything away. He still had the stupid grin on his face and I made a promise with every fiber of my being to cut it off. Revenge. That’s all I wanted at that point and nothing was going to stop me.

      “Andrew!” I growled, startling myself with the menace in my voice. He was going to die, slowly and painfully. I made a lunge towards him and then just like that I woke up. I was no longer in the dark room, but in a much more familiar one and wearing pajamas. I didn’t think it was possible for a person to wake up angry from a nightmare, startled and crying yes, but not with this amount of rage I had coursing through their veins. I think that I was angrier at the fact that Andrew got away again in my dream, than I was relieved that my dad wasn’t actually dead.

Using my uninjured arm, I sat up and smashed the lamp off of the small table next to my bed. Not even batting an eye as I watched it hit the floor, broken into hundreds of pieces.  I was so fucking close. I was so close to Andrew and I had missed him. That was enough to cause my blood to boil. I heard footsteps closing in on my room and realized that I wasn’t alone. My door was quickly thrown open and I looked over at my two friends.

      “What the hell is going on?!” Sam yelled at the same time as Ellie shouted, “Jade’s awake!”