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T H E M I S S I O N

CHAPTER SEVEN: do you wanna dance?

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Finn

I saw it in her eyes.

She was hesitant for me to go.

The way her cold hands seemed to tremble the slightest bit as she helped me straighten out my jacket. Pulling me close into her embrace and whispering, "keep your promise."

And I intended too.

Everything about this plan seemed stupid. So utterly fucking stupid but, I knew there was no way around it. It was a fifty-fifty chance. It was either the man or it wasn't.

A coin flip chance.

It made my heart stutter.

I knocked on the door, palms sweaty and heart racing nervously as the door finally seemed to open, and I saw them.

Those intensely stone blue eyes.

"Um hello? Who are are you?" His voice was gruff and filled with confusion as he stared at me. I felt as though his eyes were piercing through me although, maybe it was just my nerves.

"Oh, um, hello sir!" My voice came off high pitched a bit and it made me cringe internally. "I'm Finn and I know that Abigail used to work for you. You know um-before everything happened," I trailed.

He nodded at that softly. "Yes, yes. She had a kind soul may she Rest In Peace," he said sympathetically, a frown on his face as he signed the cross quickly. His brows quickly pinched together after back towards me. "That is so but, why are you here?"

I gulped.

"Oh um well-I thought that since Abb-Abigail," I corrected nervously. "Can't help you no more I thought that maybe you could use some of my help?" I offer and his face shapes skeptically. "I-I could clean around the house? Cut the grass? Whatever you'd need," I added.

The man sighed shaking his head. "I don't think you'd wanna work for me," he said going to close the door, my foot sticks its way just before doing so. "Oh but sir, I um really need a job!" I said and his eyes narrow. "My mom said it makes teens learn the value of hard work and financial independence." I added and this time the man, thankfully, opened the door wider a bit again.

"Well your mom is absolutely right. She seems like a good respectable parent."

"She is!"

He chuckles. "I never meant to disqualify your mother as if she wasn't already," the blue eyes man said, pondering for a moment. "Okay," his head nodded, pieces of hair flopping lightly.

My palms seemed to sweat even more at his calculated but cool stare.

"Alright. I guess I could teach more kids some lessons."

"Lessons?"

"In life," he explains.

I smile, although it probably came out more as a grimace.

And with that he opened the door widely, with an encouraging gaze. The house was relatively normal. It had an all white mostly interior but the blood red curtains caught my eye immediately.