Assassin's Love

A Man of Mystery

Chapter 2

*Jordan's POV*

I woke up the next morning. I saw that Shaylea was still asleep. I got out of bed lightly as to not wake her up. I moved her clothes from the washer to the dryer. I then went back to my room and grabbed my phone. I checked to see if I had any missed calls or messages. Only three from each. My ex girlfriend had called me to make sure my job was done. I text her to let her know that I did my job and not to worry. The other one will be taken care of soon enough. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Once I got back to my room, Shaylea was gone. I didn't worry about it because she was probably in the living room on the couch. I got dressed and opened my drawer of my nightstand, reaching for the secret compartment to grab my SV Infinity. Once it was in my hand, I quickly holstered it behind my back. I then went downstairs to see her watching cartoons and eating a bowl of cereal. She looked like a little kid. The innocence on her face was something that I envied. She still had the innocence of a child, but was scarred to the bone of having no family. No one to turn to. I didn't have time to stand around and be envious. I had a job to do. I left without saying a word to her.

*Shaylea's POV*

Once Jordan left I just kept watching T.V. and eating my cereal. He was nice and he let me say with him for the night, but I didn't want to keep imposing on him anymore than I already have. I don't even know much about him, but he was nice enough to help me in my time of need. I wish I had the courage to ask him about his life or what he does as a job. I do want to know more about him, but he seems like the type who isn't very open to discussing those kinds of things, especially considering I'm someone he met a day ago. I guess all I can do now is just make myself comfortable until he gets back. We still have to go get my stuff from my place, but I don't think he'll be up to help me once he gets back home. Though I didn't really do much, I just watched cartoons and played a few of the video games he had. After I was done, I turned off everything I had used and slept on the couch. As I was sleeping, I had a nightmare about my sister. I woke up instantly in a cold sweat. My heart was racing, my blood was rapidly flowing, my breath was shaky, and I could barely breathe. I was panicking. The thoughts were provoking me to cry, but I was trying hard to steel myself from doing so. As I tried, tears were welling up in my eyes. I could barely hold them back. It was at least seven in the evening and Jordan still wasn't home yet. I was getting worried about him. I get that some jobs are crazy and that the hours are long, but he should have been home by now or at least on his way. I then heard the door unlock and open, so I quickly looked to it and saw Jordan, with a duffel-bag slung over his shoulder.

"Where were you?" I asked him frantically. "I was worried about you and alone." I added.

"Have you ever figured that everything isn't about you?" He asked cruelly. "I get that you are dealing with an immense amount of trauma, but you have to think of someone else other than yourself. I'm not exactly trauma free myself, but I at least think of others before I prioritize myself." He explained. "I know you're not me and you don't have my mentality, but there's no need to be selfish." He added.

Even though I wanted to retort in protest, he was right. I didn't think about anyone but myself. I made it seem as if I were the only one who knew what suffering was.

"Look, I'm not saying don't think about yourself or what you want, but just take the time to consider others. You'll make more friends that way." He said casual in tone, but it was glossed by a sliver of annoyance.

Words wanted to come from my mouth, but I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know what to say. I was so curious about him. As I was looking at him, I saw a cut on his cheek. I was bleeding gingerly.

"Jordan, you're bleeding." I said, pointing to his cheek.

He simply wiped the blood with his thumb and licked his thumb afterward. It kinda grossed me out, but it was probably something he always did.