From Assassin to Motherhood

Chapter 5, My Temper

    "But I don't wan't to get up," I said half-asleep as Gerrard kept shaking me. "Get up! Get up! Get up!". I groaned and turned over, "Go make your own bowl of cereal, Gerrard. Your ten. You can do it.". "It's not that! Please, Lucy---". I jumped up, "Lucy what!?". "This way!" he started running for the door to lead me.

    Gerrard had lead me to the backyard. There we both saw Lucy hunched over something. It was a dog. Dead. She had claimed it as her breakfast. I had also reconized the fact that Lucy was no longer...small. She looked to be about eight. "Um...Lucy?" I said. She jerked her head up at me. I motioned to Gerrard, "Go inside.". He nodded and ran off.

    I sat down and watched as Lucy ate. I wasn't going to stop her. She can't eat human food. It would be cruel in a way to take the dog from her. After she finished, she walked up to me and curled in my lap. I began to realize that she wasn't wearing any clothes. I sighed and picked up Lucy to bring her inside.

Time Skip

    Lucy was in chains once again. I left Floyd our "garbage man" to babysit while I went out to work. He's a strong man and he wouldn't hesitate to protect the kids if Lucy got out again. All of a sudden the same guy who knocked me over on the day I met Gerrard crashed into me and caused me to hit my head on another streetlight. "I'm going to kill you!"  were my first thoughts then I yelled out in pure rage, "You idiot! I'm going kick your ass!". He put up his hands, "Miss, I'm so sorry. Plea---". I cut him off by landing a blow to his face.

   The guy who knocked me over twice was now laying on his side clutching his face. He let out a pained, "Ow!". I started hysterically laughing, "Oh, I'm sorry did that hurt? Well, it hurt when you knocked me over twice!". I started walking off when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned a around to see it was a cop. "Uh oh," was what I greeted him with.

Time Skip Again

    I got off easy this time. I was assigned to therapy. Miss. Peach is what I believe her name is. The place was really pretty. It had a nice oriental style to it. I walked through the double-doors to the front desk. "Hello. My name is Mr. Ping. How may I help you?" said the man at the front desk. "I have an appointment with Miss. Peach.". "Name?". "Catherin Altamura.". Mr. Ping pointed to a set of double doors at the side of the room, "Waiting room.". I nodded and entered the waiting room.

    I sat down in one of the comfortable chairs in a nervous position. "Hey, doll. Why so tense?" I heard an Italian accent from across the room. "I know that voice," I thought to myself.  I looked up to see a good friend of mine, "Hey, Frankie. What's up?".  He shrugged, "Eh. Anger management. You?". I relaxed at the thought that somebody shared a common reason to be here, "Same here.".  Frankie's eyes widened, "What happened this time, doll? I thought you had gotten that under control by now. You know, your really unprofessional, Miss. Assassin.". 

    This time my eyes widened and I replied in a hushed whisper, "Hey, keep your voice down, and like you can talk, Mr. Mobster, who's here for the same reason.". He got quiet then and I put on a smug expression. Frankie all of sudden looked annoyed, "Wipe that smug look off your face before I shoot it.". I burst out laughing. There was nobody else in the waiting room so I suppose this was all okay to say. The Italian mobster now smiling asked, "But seriously, what happened?".

    I was about to explain when the door to the current room we were in opened. Mr. Ping, the secretary from before, poked his head in, "Altamura.". Frankie looked away from the Asian secretary to me, "That's your stop, doll face.". I sighed and waved goodbye to Frankie as I walked out the waiting room. I know I said I got off easy and that the place was pretty but I still hated therapy.

    Mr. Ping leaded me down a hallway in front of yet another set of double doors. "Right in here," was all he said before leaving. I hesitantly opened the double doors to be greeted with the literal smell of peaches. "Really?" I accidentally said out loud. I heard a deep, feminine voice from across the room, "What's the prob,---" the voice started hacking, "dude?". I all of sudden smelled smoke.

    "Are you smoking?" I inquired with apparent disgust and shock as my eyes landed on the person responsible for my revulsion. She was a tan women with dark brown hair and eyes that held a pair of black framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. The women started another coughing fit then replied, "Yeah, man. You want some?". "Clearly this isn't my psychiatrist. Is that weed?,"  I mentally asked myself and then replied irritably, "No. I want to know where my psychiatrist is.". The women raised her hand, "That would be me. Nice to meet you, I'm Miss. Peaches.".

    I looked at her in utter disbelief, witch is something that I had been doing a lot of for the past year. "This is her?" I accidentally thought out loud again. "Sure is," Miss. Peaches replied with a goofy smile, "Take a seat.". I hesitantly took a seat, and introduced myself, "Well... hi, Miss. Peaches. Pleasure to meet you. I'm Catherin Altamura. But you can call me Cat.". She shook my hand, "And you can just call me Peaches. No need to be formal. Ping wouldn't mind if you dropped the Mr. either.".

A/N: I'd like you all to know the following characters, Ping, Frankie, and Peaches are not mine. The following belong to creepanimegirl 3 who happily agreed that I could use them. Thanks for reading and don't be shy to leave a vote or comment.