Yours Truly (Complete)

What A Pain

I had already packed my things for my trip home. I had about an hour left of being in Egypt. It was fun while it lasted. Larry Hockins is dead, along with several of his men. All of the people that were held there are back home with their families. Now it was my turn to return home. 

I looked at my phone. Maybe I'll eat before I go. I went to the kitchen and started making food. I would have eaten cereal, but some stupid blonde guy had to ruin it and make me forget my milk. I wanted to go back and kill him just at the thought of it. 

My phone buzzed. Ryan had texted me: "Can't wait for you to get back. Does this mean vacation?? :)"

Me: "Yeah, I'll talk to John about it. If the house is clean, and my training students are in pain."

Ryan: "Any ideas on where to go?"

Me: "I was thinking Fiji, or the organization does own an island not far from Hawaii, how about there?"

Ryan: "Sounds like a plan to me."

I left the conversation with that. I finished making my food, and set it onto the plate. Ahh, Spaghetti. Always at its best. I smiled to myself. I started to devour my food. My phone buzzed again. This time it was a call. Labeled 'John'.

I answer. "Whats up old man?" 

"What would be somethings you want as a reward from your mission?" He asked sounding as happy as he can be. 

"I want all of the cars that are in the garage at this house." I already knew what I wanted from the start. "I also want my garage at home to bigger in size within a week."

"Very demanding, and already on it." He said laughing a bit. 

I hung up the phone. Yess, I get my babies, and no one will be able to touch them ever. Cars are my life, especially really good ones. I had a white Lamborghini before my Mercedes, and I let Allen borrow it one night. It was totaled in an hour of him driving it around. I almost killed him. If it weren't for Ryan to stop me from ending his life. 

Anyway, I finished eating. I started to wash the dishes that I had dirtied. I faltered out the front door and saw a black limo pull up. A tall man got out and went over to me and grabbed my bags. I got into the car as the engine started and we went to move. 

Another 30 minutes we were located at the airport as I was being escorted onto the jet. I decided that I was going to pass on the wine this time. So when the lady offered me something, I denied it. 

After the two hours on the jet I was finally back. Not home, but the airport that had escorted my at the beginning of my mission. Another guy that drove a limo held a sign with my name. I showed my ID again and he took my bags. I got back into another limo. I pulled up to my house. I sighed in relief. I got out and started slowly walking to the door. Being careful not to hurt my leg. 

I made it to the front door of my house. "SHE'S HOME." I hear a loud scream from inside, My hand barely brushes the handle of the door. Before I can turn the handle it swishes open. I fall forward with the door into a warm pair of arms.

I groan in pain from the unbalance fall. I regain my balance with more arms holding onto me. "Can't...Breath..." I stand they as if I was limp. I had been out of breath and shocked. 

"Oh sorry, we just missed you so much." The arms slowly retreated from my body. I inhaled. 

"Yeah, I bet you did. Did you keep the house clean?" There faces went pale as the words left my mouth. "I thought so. Then you better start cleaning, otherwise it'll just be me going on vacation." I said, I limped past Ryan and Allen, as loud groans escaped from their throat. I was going to ask where Jordon was, but I didn't feel like it.  

I walked up to my room after being jet-legged. I turned to go into the bathroom. My leg had given out and I quickly collapsed on the floor. I huffed in pain. "You're okay, Just stand up." I said to my self reassuringly. I slowly started trying to get up. With a lot of struggle, I was back on my feet now leaning against the wall. 

I took a deep breath and started limping once again to the bathroom. I had made it. I sat on the side of the tub with my legs sprawled out. I peeled off the bandages that were stuck to the wound. A large bruise surrounded the outside of the wound and slowly faded into red. I inhaled as I place a damp towel on it. Taking off some of the dried blood. 

I winced at the pain. Damn old fuck, had to go and shoot me. Ughh, that means people are going to baby me. I rolled my eyes as I continued to clean the wound. I turned on the bath tub water, and waited for it to fill up. I stood up from the side of the tub and walked over to the mirror. 

I stared at myself. I looked at every flawed part of my body. Starting with my eyes. I moved down to my nose, then my lips, then my breast, then my stomach. I continued looking at my body. I don't hate my self. No, I'm not depressed either. I just have a lot of parts on my body that I dislike. Most people do. 

The mirror started steaming up from the bath tubs heat. I sighed and limped to turn off the water. I then started to get undressed. Flinching at the painful movements. I was offered help, but I have more dignity and declined. I was fully naked, I made my way to the bath tub, I lifted the injured leg and set it into the warm water. I sighed in anticipation. The water felt like heaven on my skin. 

I slowly moved my whole body into the warm water. Getting shot in the leg hurts like a bitch.