Raising Cain: The story within.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

I had my first panic attack when the plane jostled to a stop on the Boston runway. I jolted awake and sat up straight. My head was pounding and my breathing was rapid and panicked. My lungs were on fire and the reality of my situation came crashing down on me like a wave. I started screaming and flailing around. People were looking on with fear while my father reassured the air hostesses I was prone to these "panic attacks" and said I just need a few minutes to calm down.

Dad bundled me up in a blanket and I stated to slow my breathing as best I could. Dad rocked me and I let the tears flow. Sobs racked through my body and I felt a crushing weight all around me. "Come on Ali" my dad said softly " I have a lot to explain to you" I barely nodded and we set off down the stairs. The tunnel to get off the runway was covered over with a plastic roof. The icy cold swirled around my ankles and I looked around. Then it hit me, I had no idea where it was. At that stage I didn't even care, I just wanted to get out of this goddamned tunnel. I put two and two together when I saw the massive "WELCOME TO BOSTON" sign in aggressive yellow in the airport. Don't ask me how yellow can be aggressive but this colours was not a happy camper.

I'll skip foreword a couple hours, I'm slightly pressed for time. Around 4 hours later, I was sitting facing my pacing father. "Dad please what is happening" I croaked. He sat down and ran his hands through his hair. My dad was tall around 6", with black hair streaked with grey. He had a trademark scar running from the tip of his eyebrow to the end of his cheekbone. He had startling blue eyes that matched mine although I got my mothers bright blonde hair. "Ali..... There's so much I have to tell you... I don't know where to start". "How about the beginning" I snapped, fed up of the waiting around in the dark. A faint smile appeared on my dad's lips, " always the feisty one" he chuckled then his face grew serious. "Your mother and I always thought this day might come, so we planned ahead" he said. "We're in Boston right now if your haven't noticed and this is where we're going to stay, a fresh start." I stared at him in disbelief, this man just lost his wife and he's talking about a fresh start!? I opened my mouth to protest but dad cut in over me. "Look this is what your mother would have wanted, we planned for this, if roles were reversed she would do the exact same thing." He sighed " I'm not who you think I am Ali, your mother and I are, were, members of the CIA" . The truth hit me like a freight train. " Your mother was an analyst and I'm a field agent" he ran his hand through his hair again. "Your mother was killed by a master assassin who was hired by a man discovered by your mother embezzling money. She tried to stop him but...." "It was always a risk but I never thought......." He chocked up and like away. "You should get some sleep, it's a lot to process, I'll explain more in the morning." With that he got up and left our hotel room. I was numb but a part of me felt proud that my mother and father were such determined people. I didn't get a wink of sleep that night, my thoughts were too active.

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Authors Note.

Sorry about the lack of updating, had no wifi for a while and this was a long chapter to write :)

More updates coming soon!

Amy.