My Achilles' Heel

Chapter Four: Poor Sammy

Tell me something, tell me something that you don't know nothing, just pretend to do but tell me something just before you go. -h.s

Sam

This is it. This is my chance to prove to dad that whatever he was trying to hide from me, whatever he and Dean tried to hide from me that I can handle it. This job, gives me chance to be a part of this family. To be normal.

All my life, I've never got to know what my dad does for living. Whenever I asked, he'd change the subject and Dean would try to cover it up and mom would say, "your father is a businessman".

Theres nothing wrong with that it's just bothering me that I don't really know what he does.. and something like the police would never come in our way, how we would frequently change the bodyguards and helps, dad kept on having his 'friends' come over. They were all bad guys and I know it. I'm not stupid. And how they would all have family meetings with all their 'friends' and not include me into it.

I feel like I'm the only ones who noticed it except that I just don't know what it is. Harlyn got her own world and her own problems.. I really want to share all my thoughts with her but I'm not sure she'll take it very well.

Today is the second day since we left home to do the 'job'. I honestly don't even know what job this is. I was instructed to stay in the car and to say "We're from the FBI and we're running an investigation on the murder of Mr. Casey" and to call Diablo our bodyguard if any of the legit authorities asks. And none of it happened so I literally didn't do anything. Just to wait in the car. And it sucks.

Dean promised Harlyn that we will be coming back today. But dad said this job would take us 3-4 days. Cool..

*2 hours later*

"GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!" Shouted Dean.

My left foot was already on the clutch waiting for Dean to hop in.

We were on the highway to route 65, 100km/h. That was the first time I drove that fast my heart was beating like theres no tomorrow.

"WHAT THE HELL DEAN?!" I finally shouted at him.

"What you mean?" Dean acted like nothing just happened. He was looking down at his phone, texting.

"Who were we running away from?! What did you do?!" I asked him.

"....uhh the landlord? I guess? Well- um- I accidentally aa- well lets just say I wasn't invited alright? Now shut up and drive." He replied.

"But where to next?" I wanted to ask more but I tried not to push too much.

"Home. We promised her right? Plus, I finished the job." He replied

"Right.." and the ride was silent.

His pupils were dilated and he was sweating like a pig and since he got in the car he's been radiating heat its so hot in here I had to rolled down the windows. He was lying. I wanted to scream at him. I know that he lied. I know it.

We stopped by at the gas station to fill up the tank and grab some snacks. Dean was paying at the cashier so I took this opportunity to go to the restroom.