Something Worth Fighting For (ON HOLD!)

Chapter 9

I allowed myself 5 minutes to sob and feel sorry for myself. Then I toughened up. I would be so ashamed and embarrassed is Amir would wake up and find me like this. I stole a glance at him before I quietly got up and left the room. I bounded silently up the stairs and into my room, closing the door behind me. I was fuming mad...at myself. I let myself cry. I let myself feel and be weak. I'm Agent, damn it! We don't cry when times get tough! We man up and get out jobs done. I walked over to my vanity and looked in the mirror. The girl in the mirror had red and puffy eyes from crying. Her eyes were also big and wide. My reflection showed a broken, innocent girl. Without a warning, I punched the mirror. I watched as the broken girl broke even more.

"Seven years of bad luck my ass," I muttered as I checked my hand out. It had already minor cuts from when I punched the glass earlier. Now, I added even more little cuts. I went to my bathroom and ran some cold water over it. As I was making sure that there was no glass in it, my phone rang. With my left hand, I grabbed the phone from my back pocket. I caught a glance at the time when I answered, not bothering to check the caller ID. It was going on 4:37AM. "Lily speaking," I answered. I was used to late night/early morning calls.

"Lilian," the voice spoke.

My heart stopped beating for a while as despair and disappointment filled my body. Also, a dash of hatred was added to mixture of feelings.

"Director," I bit out as I shut the water off.

"I called to inform you that it was a mistake to suspend you and Agents Kingston and Green."

Damn straight, I thought as I made my way back into my room. I hated how formal and cold he spoke to me. I knew my father well enough to realize that he wasn't calling just to chat. "What do you need, Director?" I asked with a snarl.

There was a short pause, which I am guessing was my father being stunned by attitude. "Well, a mission has come up that I think you would execute perfectly."

Knowing my father, this mission would double up as punishment too. I began to pace my room as I thought about what this mission could be. "Go on." I commanded.

"It seems that Rowdy is having a little trouble with his current mission."

"I refuse to help that monster of a man," I rudely interrupted as I stopped my pacing.

"I'm not asking you to help him. Your mission is to make sure nothing happens to his daughter, Adeline." My father spoke swiftly. I knew he was growing angry with me.

"Fuck that. I'd rather work with Rowdy than his pampered daughter." I spat. I checked out my hand because it was throbbing just a bit. I should really stop punching glass.

"You don't have a choice, Agent." He hissed. "Adeline and I will be at your house around 10 to discuss this even more." With a click, he was gone.

"Yeah, love you, too." I said, throwing my phone on my bed. As I stormed to my door, I stopped by the vanity. When I looked into broken mirror, I noticed something. The scared, innocent girl grew up into a pissed off woman seeking a fight. With a sinister look, I left my room.

I marched down the stairs and made it to my front room, where Amir was still sleeping. How he slept through me breaking glass and pacing amazes me. Agents are supposed to wake up at the slightest sound. The anger I felt ever since my dad called me boiled as my eyes fell on Amir's sleeping figure. I wound my fist back and prepared to punch him awake. It would serve him right for not being a proper Agent. As I thought this, I realized hitting Amir wouldn't solve any of my problems. Defeated, I dropped my fist and headed back upstairs to change into running clothes.

My legs felt like they were going to give out as I made my way around the track for the 45th time. My lungs were on fire and my breathing was short and ragged. But I couldn't just stop, I had to push my body past its limits. I just don't give up when the going gets tough. Hell, I get tougher than the going! My pace, of course, had slowed down from when I started but at least I was still going. By the time I got to my 20th lap, I was sweating so I had to take off my shirt. Now, I'm wearing shorts and a sports bra. My hair was plastered to my face because of the sweat. When I first came out here around 5, it was slightly cool but now that the sun is up, it's a little hot out here. My goal was only to do 30 laps but seeing as this was 45th lap, I think I did a very good job at pushing my limits. So with the last 100 meters in sight, I began sprinting. As soon as my feet hit the finish line, they gave out. I hit the ground with a groan. My body thanked me for stopping the torture. They moaned and groaned.