Behind Lies

Chapter Ten

After they leave the scene I am still very shocked at what I had just seen. “Why would my father be captive to your brother?”

“Did you not just see that? If your father was held captive to my brother he would not be looking so sharp, and he would not show respect for him, but he wouldn’t be as talkative to him if he were his boss.”

“You think they are working together?”

“No, my father wouldn’t do that.”

“Do what?” When he didn’t answer my question I continued, “you don’t even know. How well do you know your father?”

“Seeing this now; I don’t know anymore.”

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For the rest of the day we didn’t do anything because now we knew that his father was in no immediate danger and the fact that my brother was there made this whole situation a lot more interesting.

I hadn’t seen Kendell since I was twelve. He taught me everything there is to know about my job, which is why I am the best at what I do. I looked down at my phone to see I still had a photo of him and I before he left. He is three years older than me, making him twenty this year. He had a dark tan, darker than mine, enough for him to pass off as Mexican and thick black hair as I did. We got it from our dad. He left because he was recruited by a gang… well they’re not really a gang, nor do they choose sides, they work for whoever will give them the most money.

The only reason Chase knows who he is, is because we grew up not too far from each other. He lived with Ken and I for a couple of years until he got his first job. From what I knew of what happened Chase was homeless at seven he was throwing rubbish at target graffiti on the wall in a side street. A man had come up to him and said he had good aim, his belief in Chase was enough that the man paid for him to learn how to use a sniper, he had a job for Chase to do. He was nine when he left but before he did the man gave him a sniper with One Shot carved in the side and a few of the ammunition. He had learned quickly that news spread about him fast to high bidders. We found him one night when Ken took me out to the cinema. He was walking around flashing his money to everyone. Ken had pulled him off to the side and in a second of good advice, told him not to and then asked him if he needed somewhere to stay. He pulled his weight in our house. When Ken left so did he. He was ten when he moved in with us and turning thirteen when he moved out. I met him again three years later.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. Phoenix was at the table going through his photos on his phone, “I don’t understand this, he keeps me hidden my whole life to turn around and try and track me down. It makes no sense.” I pull up a chair next to him.

“Doing my job, I come across a lot of deceit. But it’s always taught me one thing.”

“To forgive but no to forget.”

“No. to not trust anyone, not even the people you are close to because they will always end up deceiving you in the end.”

“What? Are you saying you don’t trust me?” Did I trust him, I couldn’t answer his question so I stood to avoid it, he grabbed my hand. “Do you-” he stopped mid-sentence then let go of my hand, so a proceeded to walk away.

In the backyard I found Chase “where the hell did you get a punching bag?”

“I went and politely introduced myself to the neighbours who just happened to be throwing it out; oh and by the way they think you’re my fiancé.” I hate how he just said that it was nothing. I stalked up to him and stopped when my chest came in contact with his arm. His face tensed, as did his arm. He turned his head to look at me and our eyes locked.