diana. †
October 25th 2006, Friday. 4:31 pm.
I told them to stop. I told them to harken, just for once. All I needed was a hasty shot to make them realize all the odds that could payoff to what they’ve done. I wasn't saying that fighting in a battle to put an end to illegal things is wrong, it was never wrong to fight for people, never wrong to help.
But a man with a fragile soul, with injured wings, I knew it was. And times when he would defy his life to save others, I couldn’t help but think why he hasn’t done it for us? He was the chief, he was the key to a remarkable life, he was my father.
“Sweetcheeks,” Mother’s nipping voice filled the air when she slipped in my room. I was curled up on the corner of my bed, gazing outside the window, watching the snow fall on a cold winter night in North Carolina. The mattress creaked when she sat on the edge and reached for my hand.
But, I pulled away and slid the thin piece of sharp metal under the sleeves of my hoodie. Fear enveloped my very intellect when mom’s color from her face drained. She must’ve noticed why the doe-eyed girl she’s grown to baby was tucked in a corner, mascara running down her face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Her voice was weak, the emotions were pulled inside the plastic container in her throat that would crack and pop any minute. I’m afraid she has to cry, too.
“No mom, tell me what’s wrong.”
She gripped onto the sheets so tight that her knuckles turned white and her lips were quivering. “I’m so sorry baby. I.. I tried to stay strong and keep it to myself because I thought it wasn’t gonna end right here.” She cried.
“Mom,” My voice was stern but fragile. “Mom, tell me.” I demand.
And she did.
And I knew it.
The morning I woke from slumber and the moment I went to the kitchen to look for Martha, my butler, I saw Uncle Simon leaning by the counter instead. Deep cuts and bruises were obvious, they marked his face. Mom’s face was hidden, buried in her small hands. So, I backed away. And I heard him say,
“Liza, I’ve tried. The doctors said it was too impossible to keep him alive. The bullet in his head was too critical that any operation couldn’t save him anymore. He could go with a life machine but it would hurt to see him suffer.” Uncle Simon was crying himself. It was the first time I’ve seen him so broken. “I decided for the best, I’m sorry.”
I knew what it was about. I ran up the stairs, closed my door shut, turned the lights off and dropped my head on the pillow. Although I was trying to pretend I didn’t hear what he said, although I was trying to convince myself that I was just living in a bad nightmare, none of those seemed to make sense. The day I’ve been dreading has come.
And I want to blame myself because I could’ve done something to make my father stop.
The bathroom door was slightly opened. And I dragged myself towards it. The mirror flashes me back my ghostly reflection. My face was incredibly pale and dark circles were under my eyes. This could be a horrible nightmare. And I want to wake up, soon.
By the sink sits a sharp metal I promised I will never get in contact with for as long as I live. And as it caught my attention, I can’t help but let the cold shivers run down my spine. I felt a cold wind surround me. I’ve always feared to even think about it because my parents taught me well not to be some idle girl who would throw away her life.
But that morning, everything caused me to be so vulnerable that I’ve done things I knew I shouldn’t. I guess it was too easy to judge people before because I had no idea what they’re going through. But now, I feel already buried deep, my heart is six feet under screams and no one could even hear a thing. I felt broken.
I am broken.
And whoever did that to my father was about to pay.
The United States Government was about to pay.
The Spy movement, the illegal drug dealers,
All of them,
I will make them pay.
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Diana's crushed. Her past is chasing her, telling her to invade something that is rightfully hers to take. She has to uncover the real incident that happened seven years ago. And to take the lead from her father's footsteps, she's finally decided to accept her real job; her fate. Prada boots with four-inch heels were not made for walking. Black shades aren't made for her and slim suede skirts aren't definitely her style. But being a sophisticated spy agent, she's left with no option.
And meeting the mysterious, dark, rebellious and not to mention sexy photographer she's been told to work with the whole summer, she could be one step closer to the answers. But will she still bet her heart on it when she's torn between her ultimate temptation and critical mission?
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Contains rough and/or persistent violence and suggestive material, hard language, strong horror, action and peril, strong crude sexual content, alcohol, etc.
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