Love's Justice

Chapter 2

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"What?" My mouth agape. This has to be a joke; my mom put two guys up to kidnap me. Heck, possibly rape the hell outta me.

"It was a test, baby." she reasoned, "I wanted to make sure you knew how to defend yourself in situations. Those men right there work with me in the FBI." she placed a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off, still mad at her for putting my life on the line. "Of course I know how to defend myself. You made me start karate at age nine and knife throwing last month. I think I can kick a dude in the balls every once in a while." I snapped.

She took a step forward. Just inches away from me. I had to tilt my head up slightly because my 5ft 3 tall self isn't as much as her 5'9. "You think I don't know that by now?" she scoffed, "I put you in those activities to prepare you," she stated, towering over me.

What has she been preparing me for? "And what is that?" I crossed my arms over my chest. She took a deep breath and took a step back, motioning to the living room. I followed her to the couch and sat down. "Well?" I asked

She started playing with her fingers. Huh. That's weird. She's always confident and straight forward. "I want you to join me..." It came out as only a whisper but I heard. What does she mean by joining her? "Okay, sure. But not burritos. Those kill my butt and clog the toilet." I said while standing up. I turned to her and gave her pointed look. She raised her brow and told me to sit back down. "No. We aren't gonna go eat." She took off her heels and turned to me, "What I meant was that I want you to join the field with me." she pressed her lips into a thin line.

I stared at her, mouth agape. She was wants me to work with her. At age twelve?

"I would rather eat a burrito with a side of beans and blow up the toilet." I said, "You can't possibly want me to work in the field with you." I stood up but she grabbed my wrist. "Clove, baby, you have to. When you join, you cant go to school anymore. They teach you there. You see, when I joined, I had to sign a contract with them. It said that once my child turns twelve I have to put you to the test to see if you pass it. Not only did I set up those men, but I also set up your teacher. You have to learn how to react to embarrassing situations. You didn't pass that one very well but you stood up and let yourself be heard. There were more tests, though. Remember last week when you were cut by a knife in your knife throwing class? You didn't react to the pain and you stayed calm and cleaned it up." I remember when that happened. My mom looked almost proud at me...

And now I know why.

"So...basically I have to join it. No backing out?" I assured. A part of me didn't really want this because I'm just 12 years old but another part of me wants this because it's so bad ass. I've always wanted something to do with criminal justice, its just that this is too soon for me. Do I even have a choice at this point? "No backing out. You start tomorrow. I'm so sorry that you have to do this, but we have no choice." she said as she caressed my cheek. Now I was mad. Not that they're basically forcing me to join, but that they didn't tell me sooner. I have to go tomorrow. Honestly? Who does that?

"It's fine, whatever." I shrugged, but inside I was nervous as heck. "Can I go now? I don't wanna stay put." whenever I'm nervous, anxious, scared, etc. I can't stay put. It only makes it worse and eventually I just don't wanna move. "It's fine," she paused, "Where are you going?" she stood up, "The park." I simply said and went up to my room to get ready, some sobs in between. But I wasn't gonna cry, yet.

The park is only around the corner so I can go alone as long as I'm back in an hour or less. That was a rule made by my dad. He never told me what his occupation was and I've never asked. I've just assumed that he worked in the field, but in California. My mom rarely talks about him, though. That's probably because he died a few months ago. Mom never explained what happened and I couldn't go to the funeral. No matter how many times I asked, she just wouldn't budge. Ever since then, she's been all stoic faced and always left the room to take phone calls with the name "CALI FBI". I would try to listen in as much as I could but all I've picked up was "I told you it was a bad idea." and "That's why he did it. . ." and "She thinks he's dead. . ." I eventually just gave up and excused it as someone else's mission. I shook my head at my memories.