The Red in the White

Prologue-

My dad said to me "The sun looks beautiful this morning." I smiled at him and since I was only four years old I rubbed my face into his jacket trying to keep warm. It was the middle of winter and it was my first Christmas break. My dad was divorced from my mother and I spent most of my time with him.

I had my hot chocolate in my hand but it wasn't regular hot chocolate. It was made using Strawberry milk which changed the hot chocolate colour to red. I almost dropped it when my dad moved but my dad save it. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. We were sitting on the deck of his cottage which is on an island in the middle of a large lake. I could skate and snowboard here and I just loved it. I looked out at the sun rising after sleeping for twelve hours. I nodded "Yeah, I love it."

My dad put my hot chocolate down on the ledge and picked me up. I was wearing a warm, white coat. With matching gloves and a hat, underneath I had on a white dress with a red ribbon, and white leggings, with my white boots. My dad was wearing a brown coat that went down to his knees, I could clearly see that he was wearing his white track pants. He spun me around holding my high in the air, I spread my arms out to pretend that I was a swan, flying.

Then suddenly my father put my down with no warning, I looked into his blue eyes that mirrored mine. He looked panicked. I would've asked but someone came behind me, one of his servants who worked for my family. The servant picked me up and all I could get out was "Daddy, what's going on? Daddy?". That's when I was forced into a car by the servant, I tried to fight when I saw my daddy's blood fall from his chest. My blue eyes started to water. I called out to him "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I blinked trying to hide the tears but they showed. My Dad just looked at my and mouthed words to me. I think he was trying to say sorry but I couldn't make it out.

When the servant finally got me into the car I just couldn't help but look out the window as the driver pulled away. I saw my dad turn into a blurred figure in the distance as people came to help him but he was losing a lot of blood. I began to cry hard when he fully disappeared. That's when I turned around and sat down. I put my knees to my face and hid my blue eyes as I cried. I didn't know what was happening. One minute we're having the time of our lives, and the next he's gone, in the blink of an eye. Just like that. After a while the driver said to me "You remind me of your father you know."

I looked up, the driver was young. Looked to be around twenty years old. I could only see his greyish- blue eyes in the mirror and he had black hair. He had an English accent and he looked like someone I met once but it couldn't be, the man I knew died last year in a car crash. I noticed that he was waiting for a response, so I asked "How do I remind you of my father?".

The man just looked into the mirror and said "Faith, You may have your mothers chestnut hair but you have your father's eyes, and heart. You didn't want to leave him back there and I know how that feels. I had to leave my whole family behind, no questions asked".

That's when I knew it was my cousin Devin. From knowing that I just had to ask one question "Devin, Do I have to leave?" I let tears slide quietly down my face as I waited patiently for a response. I think he was too surprised that I knew that it was him. Why else would a driver compare me to my father? It just had to be.

After a few more seconds of getting over being surprised he smiled "Good job Faith, you found out who I am." I smiled before he continued and personally I like the first part a lot more. "But yes, you have to leave. Someone is after the two of us and no one knows why, you have to go, Faith you can't stay here anymore, it's just too dangerous. You have to get out of the country. You're going to be taken to Canada where a family will pick you up at the airport. Your name is not Faith Maria Wilson anymore, It's Rosalinda Fiona Hockings. Okay?"

I looked out the window where I saw us leave the place where my dad was dying and possibly dead and so I nodded, tears still coming down my face but it slowed. I put my five fingered glove against the ice cold window "Okay" I said even though it was getting harder to breathe "I'll do it Devin. But aren't you coming with me?"

Devin's jaw tensed as he looked more so out his drivers window then at me. I was going to say his name again but he said "No...I'm not going with you. We can't have anything tying us back to the Wilsons or...each other. If one of us are to......die, then the other must live."

I looked up when he said the word die. I was four years old and I was hearing all of this stuff that I shouldn't have to hear, ever. I let my hand fall into my lap. I realized that my jacket had a stain of red. I wasn't hurt so it must be my fathers blood. I just lost it. I cried until I reached the airport which is where I saw my cousin for the last time. I gave him a hug and told him that I never had to let go and all he said was "Me too kid, me too." The last image that I have of my cousin is him wearing a black jacket, getting into his black car and driving away.

A woman was there ready to take me to Canada. I looked at her shyly but shook her hand and said "Hi, my name is Rosalinda Fiona Hockings." The lady smiled knowing that I was who she was supposed to meet.

She nodded and shook my hand back saying "Hello Rosalinda, my name is Holly and I'm going to join you on the flight back to Canada." I nodded not happy at all with having to leave but...did I really have a choice?

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