Night Of The Hunter

Family Drama - Flashback

13.

I was escorted into a room by a guard, a room that I was in only once during my tour. He opened the door for me and gestured for me to walk in with his hand. I eyed him cautiously as I stepped in before my eyes landed on the blond waves from the other end of the desk that sat in the corner of the room. I felt every muscle in my body tense up as she locked eyes with me. I heard the door behind me close. I turned my head to the side to see the guard standing by the door, probably for safety reasons. Even though I've been here for about two months now, they still didn't fully trust me. 

As they shouldn't.

"Arabella." Walsh greeted me with a obvious fake smile. "Please.. take a seat." She gestured to the chair at the opposite side of her.

I looked at it before looking back at her. I think I'd rather stand. I raised a brow as I stepped further toward her, eyeing the room nonchalantly. It seemed like any other office really, except for the one way mirror to my right that had a view of the training room where a few soldiers were in combat training.

"Or not." Sarah muttered under her breath before clearing her throat and standing up, adjusting her dark gray pencil skirt and rounded her desk. Her heels clanked against the concrete floor before she took a seat on her desk, facing me. "Do you know why I called for you?"

No, you dumb little cunt. I inhaled deeply, withholding my tongue as I glanced at her. "No, Ma'me." I shook my head. Usually I don't call her that, but I've learned from the other times I didn't. I wasn't in the mood to be punished' today, so.. I'll obey her twisted little desires.

I could have sworn I heard a little chuckle in her voice as she walked next to me, looking out toward the training facility below. "It seems you're not the only Callahan we have here."

I turned around slowly, staring at her intently as I narrowed my eyes at her before looking down towards the soldiers below. My stomach began to twist around as she just stood there in silence for a moment. I clenched my jaw tightly as my eyes trailed to each person's face below, trying to find if she was talking about Bryan or not. Maybe she was just pulling my chain. I'm not the only person in the word with this last name.. it was popular.

"Have you ever heard of a Skylar Callahan? Or perhaps a Juliette Summers?"

I racked my brain for the names, finding none that rang a bell. "No." I said softly.

Sarah nodded her head as she crossed her arms. "Juliette Summers was a woman who knew your father very well. In fact, she was the mother of your half sister, Skylar."

I felt my heart beat quicken as she said every word. I looked to my side as she watched me, a hint of an amused smile on her face.

"The blonde.. who's training with Aiden." She nudged her chin towards them both below us. "That's your sister."

"You're lying." I said through my teeth.

"I figured you wouldn't take this easy." She blinked down at me before moving to her desk and retrieved some paperwork she handed to me before taking a seat on her desk, this time on the corner that faced the window.

I stared at her angrily, knowing where her eyes laid. I pried them away from her to look down at the information she handed me. It was a signed birth certificate of Skylar Callahan, fifteen years ago.. just a year and two months after my own birthday. I looked down at the signatures, seeing my own father's name written in his own handwriting. I knew it well too, since I've had to forge it every now and then. Richard Callahan.