Mission I'm Possible

Chapter Three

So Daniel took me home. No big deal, he's just being nice. Right?

I was in the passengers seat looking out the window when he broke the silence. "You know everyone's talking about you?"

"I kinda suspected that." I replied, not letting my eyes off the window.

"Do you want to know what they're saying?" He asked. I didn't reply, and he took that as a sign to keep talking. "They say you look a whole lot like Catherine."

He caught my attention and I turned to look at him. "Who's Catherine?"

"She used to live here. I don't remember her, my mom says she disappeared when I was about two months old." He looked very serious telling this story.

"So people still talk about her then." I stated.

"Oh, yeah. My mom and Catherine used to be best friends. But Catherine never called my mom or contacted her husband. There were rumors around town before she disappear that she was pregnant but no one really saw her. Catherine used to be part of the council in our town. So she was pretty important." Daniel turned to glance at me and then turned his attention back to the road. "I guess people are still trying to find her and since you look like her, they assumed."

"Assumed what?" I asked.

"That you aredug p related to Catherine." He replied.

"Oh." That honestly caught me by surprised.

"Well," Daniel said braking the silence, "this is it." He slowly pulls up to the driveway for my new house. "You know, if you ever need a ride, my house is right around the corner."

At that point realism hit me. I can't talk to him. "Thanks, but no thanks." I rushed, I got out, slammed the door, and ran into my house.

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. That was not one my greatest idea. I shouldn't have accept Daniel to bring me home.. I can't befriend anyone, not after what happened in New York. I just can't..do that to anyone..

Mark had just gotten off work. He called me. Asked if I wanted to check out the newest club in New York. I knew we were doing something illegal, we weren't even 21 yet. But this was Mark. My best friend, almost my brother. How could I say no. I agreed. We went. He got drunk, but I didn't. It was two in the morning. I convinced Mark to head home and he agreed. He knew when enough was enough. Calm streets enveloped us as we walked, but who am I kidding? Calm streets are never a good sign. Especially in a big city. Two big guys dressed in black approached us. They came straight up to me. Threw me up against a wall and saying things I never wanted to hear again. One was pressing me up against the wall, and I was trying to shove him off when Mark grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him and punched him. That's when I got a glimpse of the other mystery guy getting up off the floor. Suddenly, both men had forgotten about me. They had ganged up on Mark. Mark told me to run. I did. I left him. To find help was my excuse, but I knew I was just trying to save myself.