I let Mr. Hosten out from the front door. I began pacing around. Secret agent, dead mom, and powers. The words repeated in my head. Then the phone began to ring. “Hello? Reagon Dalton speaking.”
“It’s me, your Dad, how are you?”
“You knew about mom’s job?” my tone was almost angry but faint at the same time.
“Yes…I’m not telling you about it though. We’ve been through this.”
“Mr. Hosten stopped by. He told me everything. Why’d I have to find out from him?”
“I did it for your safety. I don’t want you involved with the AOSS.”
“Well I’m joining. I’m going to start training. I just have to pack and then I get flown out to the facility in Colorado.”
“Are you crazy? The AOSS is serious work. Just come live with me, don’t get involved in that!”
“I’m following in mom’s footsteps.”
“If you follow in her footsteps you’ll be dead like her.” His voice was ice cold in my ears. It was as if he had no sympathy.
I hung up the phone. Tears started to roll down my face. She may have died, but she died a hero. If I were to die tomorrow and meet her up there, I’d like to tell her things, things other than “I sat on the couch for my last hours.”
The couple hours that’d she’d been gone from the earth felt like years to me, and I wasn’t going to waste another one. Secret agent. Dead mom. Powers. So much news in such little time. I began to pack. My goal was to leave before four. I wanted to get there at night time, that way I would have less of a chance of getting hit with more surprises right away. I wanted time to let this set in. No, I needed time to let this set in.
Packing just brought back emotions. It finally hit me. I had the answers as to how we could afford the big loft, the walk in closets, the clothes, and the cars. I realized where all her bruises and scars came from, and why she’d be gone so early and for so long. I grabbed two huge suitcases and a huge duffle bag. When I separated the old clothes that don’t fit from the clothes that I liked and did fit, almost everything fit within my three cases. Before I finished packing I slowly stepped into my mom’s room. I took a couple of her big sweatshirts so that I could wear them whenever I needed her. The most important thing I took was her favorite necklace. It was just a simple silver chain. She used to love its simplicity. I placed it around my neck and declared my packing done.
Before I called Mr. Hosten to let him know I was ready, I wanted to fill Natalie in. I wasn’t sure how much I could tell her, so I knew big details would have to be left out.
“She’s dead…” was the first thing I said. The tears all came back. God I was sick of crying.
“Rey, what do you mean?”
“She’s dead… she was killed. Just come over, please.” And within ten minutes she was knocking on my door. We didn’t speak. She just hugged me. She hugged me so hard as if to distract me so that I couldn’t cry. I could tell she wanted to know. It took me a while to let go of her grip. Not because she wouldn’t let me, but because I wouldn’t let myself. “Look, I can’t say too much, but someone killed her. I was told by one of my mom’s friends of her wishes. She would want me to go to this um school in Colorado. Please don’t be mad. I’m doing this for her. When I get back if I get the ok, the first thing I’m doing is letting you know what’s going on. Promise me we’ll keep in touch, because I can’t lose anyone else at this point. Please.”
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Curiosity Can Kill
Novela JuvenilReagan Marie Dalton is curious. Why does her mom leave at the crack of dawn and come back late at night? Where does she go? What does she do? After a very tragic event she slowly uncovers who her mom was and what she did. But is it worth risking her...
