My Assassin

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Dead?" I said confused, then I realized what he meant, "Dead?! Oh my god! Y-YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND-"

I felt the sudden need to regurgitate the Chinese cuisine that my body hadn't managed to digest.

"No, it wasn't like that. She didn't do what I told her to do-" He tried explaining.

"So?! You don't kill people for no reason! You were sent to kill me, not Preston, not A-Ashley... SO JUST KILL ME ALREADY! Get it over and done with before any more innocent lives are taken because of me."

"It doesn't work like that," he sighed, "After I shot at you a few times at the party and you left. I got a call from the customer saying he wanted you alive for now while he's doing business-"

"So it's a he? A man who wants me dead and is relatively rich due to his occupation and also the fact that he can afford to hire an assassin."

"You're very observant, you know that? Anyway, I can't kill you until the customer says so."

"So, if I still have a few more days, weeks, months to live then why can't I just do that at home? It'd be much simpler for the both of us." I pointed out.

"Because you'll call the police and tell everyone."

"N-No I won't."

"Yeah, you will-"

"No I won't, I promise-"

"You said it yourself earlier that you'd call them as soon as you'd escape." He referred back to my outburst that occurred earlier.

"Yeah but I was angry and upset then."

"And you aren't now?"

I bit my lip as I shook my head.

"Even after I told you I killed your best friend for no reason?"

My finger nails dug into the palm of my hand but I still shook my head.

"You're lying," he hissed with his raspy tone, "You were tricky and complicated to understand but I do, your simplest movements, your facial expressions, they all can easily tell me what you're thinking Chelsea. And right now you're thinking that lying is worth a shot even though you know there is not point cause I'd catch you out, and listen Chelsea, I always know what you're doing, even when I'm not there, even when I'm not looking I know."

His words made me gulp.

"You thought I didn't see you at the bar? How you wish you had something to drink, how you rushed out to get away before I saw you, but I had already seen you. You thought that I didn't see you behind the kitchen counter? How you got two knives just in case of the possibility of losing the other."

My breath hitched, making my breaths short and fast. As tears started to drip from fear.

"How your dad called to say he couldn't come home, the same bullshit year after year after year. Admit it Chelsea, you and I both know you don't want to go back there- back in that hell hole where you feel alone, scared, isolated, unloved. You can move on from that, your own father, he doesn't love you!"

"W-what?"

"He doesn't. I'm sorry but they were right. He hates you Chelsea."

"No. NO! He doesn't hate me... I'm his DAUGHTER- He- he can't hate me."

"You don't need him. Or your dead mother. You can live without them, I did-"

"-NO! I'M NOT LIKE YOU! I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU!" I cried, "I don't even know you! And you definitely don't know me!"

"Face it Chelsea. You're a messed up puzzle that I've just cracked."

"At least you managed to figure me out. But who will give up time figuring out a murderer like you?!"

He looked at me with anger, he reached in his pocket and got out the same black weapon. He held it towards my face.

"Go ahead!" I yelled, anger getting the best of me, "If you truly understand me then you know that I hate being here. I HATE BEING ALIVE!"

I looked at his eyes, for the first time, it was a dark shade of green but when he realized I was looking at him, the shade turned paler. I saw him swallow. He lowered his gun and handed it to me.

I was so confused to why he gave it to me, when he simply could've killed me.

"W-what?" I stuttered, so utterly bewildered by his gesture.

"It's your life. You should choose whether you want to take it or not. Not me." He said, his voice was so gentle and soft. It didn't sound like him at all, it sounded like a scared little boy.

I stared at the gun that I was holding then back at him.

He walked past me, my eyes following his movements, he opened the front door then walked back to me.

"You can also leave, if you wish."

Wait, this has to be a joke! Right?

"Why are you doing this?" I questioned.

He shrugged.

"W-wont you get into trouble?"

"Probably."

"But why?"

"Like I said Chelsea. You're interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yeah. You're different than the rest. They beg to stay alive not for me to kill them."

I looked down at my bare feet, my toes digging into the wood.

"Your shoes are by the door. You'll need it, it's a long walk home." He muttered looking down.

I nodded, "Thank you."

I smiled at him gratefully, a proper one. One that I haven't done in years: a meaningful smile.

He nodded giving me a small, minuscule smile.

"I'm sorry for... hurting you yesterday. I thought you were someone else..." His voice faded at the end of the sentence.

"Who did you think I was?"

"Someone- it doesn't matter," he trailed.

"Oh ok..." I muttered not wanting to bother him about his past anymore.

"Bye." He mumbled as he walked into his room. He slammed the door before I could repeat his words.

I wish I could read his mind like he reads mine.

I was wrong, I don't hate him. I might have before but I felt like I've bonded with him today, in my own weird way. A connection that didn't feel normal. Maybe he felt it too and maybe that's the reason why he's letting me go.

I shouldn't dwell on it too much or I'll get attached to the bond and then I'll find myself coming back which is... well crazy, completely and utterly bonkers.

I carefully placed the gun on the coffee table and walked towards the opened door. I put my shoes on, it was slightly damp from washing but who cares. I am free to go home again... But this time he won't be there and I'd never see that face for the rest of my life.

A.N- Double update in two days! So that's 4 chapters in total. If you're thinking of writing a story, I high reccomend you pre-writing it, it's so much easier and you're never late to update.

A lot of drama in this chapter, don't you think? Some cliche bits in there too like 'you're different than the rest' and 'connection' but it's in a different context compared to other fanfics. The connection Chelsea felt with Harry isn't a romantic one, nope, nope, nopety, nope.

Still Christmas for an hour then Boxing Day (Shopping day) but meh.. I'm not all that when it comes to shopping.