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5; and then there was peggy

" jefferson is there anybody else ?" i unwrap peggy from her seatbealt, she's unconscious. i drag her out, hopefully not damaging anything. I still can't believe it's her. . .

" no, just alot of duffel bags ." he heaves them out one by one as i pick peggy up bridal style. i quickly rush over to the truck, gently laying peggy in the back. she was wearing her bright yellow sweater as always along with some ripped jeans. there was a few blood stains on her sweater, making me wince. i run back over to help load the duffel bags into the truck, they were unusually heavy.

" what's in these duffel bags ?" i ask, heaving the last one into the trunk, slightly rushed.

" it's weapons and clothing ." i want to question him more, but we just need to get to the closest hospital at the moment. i hop in the back with peggy, laying there limp, as jefferson gets in the front.

" where's the nearest hospital ?" i search for wounds on her, to figure out where the blood is coming from.

" far enough it won't be any use, we'll just get to the motel and use a first aid kit ." he didn't understand this was my sister-in-law we were talking about. i needed to protect her at all cost.

" no, jefferson, i'm serious, this is my sister-in-law, we need to get to a hospital ." i say through my teeth, he kept driving forward not even turning back. this is why i can't work with him or even be around him, he refuses to cooperate with me. in drastic measures like this all i'm asking for is a little respect.

" jefferson she's fucking bleeding ." he hums and i take a moment to stare at him in disbelief through the rear-view mirror. i count a cut on her head, shoulder and hand in total. he stops and gets out of the car, i see faint lights from the other side of the car and duck down to see what it is. it reads ' belleclaire '.

" we're here, so i think it's safe to say we should try the motel idea ." rolling my eyes, i pick up peggy as we start for the room we were signed into. jefferson got the key and we moved everything into the small, one room. i set peggy down in the bathroom, this way i could wash out the cuts. i found alot more bruises on her legs and arms as well, but I don't think it was from the car accident. . .

she might've been in an abusive relationship still, some random guy named james reynolds. she did it to save her bestfriend, maria, who coincidently had the same last name, from the relationship. i had never met those people, but i could tell which one i wanted to kill the most.

" can you give me a fucking first aid jefferson ?" panic was taking it's toll on me and my alter ego slowly crumbled down. what choice did i have anyways? jefferson tossed me a first aid and i rush back into the bathroom, not even closing the door.

i took off peggy's sweatshirt tossing it on the floor so I could make sure there were no more cuts. i found only bruises on her chest, i cursed under my breath a bit looking at them. she didn't deserve this. i took rubbing alchohol from the kit and rubbed it in to all her cuts and bruises, then i wrapped her up. I did the same on her legs too, then i slid on her clothes again. i lifted her onto a bed, jefferson suddenly no where to be found. there wasn't any place for him to be unseen so i guessed he went out.

" alex ?" i spin my head around towards peggy, she looks tired and in pain. it's that look when you know someone is hurting. i go in to hug her as she sits up, i can almost feel tears in my eyes.

" peggy what happened? are you alright? where do you hurt? why was your car flipped over? are you still with -" she cuts me off with another hug, she lightly chuckles before pulling away.

" i'm fine alex! my car flipped over because i was trying to practice my drifts for this race, i accidently flipped over, i hurt mostly in my head, and yes i'm still with him ." she sighs fixing her hair, she pauses to look at the bandage on her hand.

" i kinda look bad ass the way you wrapped this ." i give a huge grin as she starts giggling. just then jefferson walks through i immediately get up.

" i see sleeping beauty's awake ." jefferson stands still in the door frame, having a staring contest with peggy.

" peggy, this is my coworker jefferson, i'm doing some work with him at the moment ," she looks at me confused, then i add something else," also don't say my first name ." i had to clear it up, just incase.

" oh, 'cuz this company is all weird about names, i won't ." jefferson quietly steps away from the door. he sits on the bed across from us.

" so kid, what's the duffel bags about, there was weapons and male clothes i believe ?" peggy turns her head, obviously taken aback by the question.

" i have no idea what you're talking about ." jefferson takes a glance at me, then back at peggy.

" i'm sorry, do you know who we work for ?" he says obviously frustrated, but i can't see why, she's obviously dumb-founded by the question.

" jefferson ." i snap at him, he shouldn't talk to her like that, especially if it's revealing our agency.

" no, because it's a little odd how there was no skid marks or anything in that grass to show you flipped over ." peggy scoffs at jefferson, flipping her hair from her shoulder. i bite my tongue so hard, i might let something slip out infront of peggy. i sit there with my fist clenched, ready to lash out any moment.

" i go to a college here in new york, we have races there, so i was practicing for a race and flipped over on one of my turns ." she says calmly explaining what she had just said to me.

" who do you work for ?" he pulls a gun up, pointing it at peggy, she shrieks as I stand in front of her. what is he saying?

" jefferson, i will not hesitate to shoot you, and you know i can ." i growl, he keeps his pistol aimed. he pulls a card up from his pocket, it shows peggy's name and other information i couldn't exactly understand. it looked similar to cards at an agency, but that would mean possibly peggy works for one. i know she doesn't, i would know!

"where did you find that ?" her voice wavers, she looks on the verge of tears. she can't be an agent, she wouldn't be so scared right now.

" it dropped when hamilton was carrying you from the car, i suspect your new to the whole agency buisness ." she looks at me shocked, speechless. i already knew the next words that would come out of her mouth.

" eliza said you stopped since you got divorced, what happened hamilton ?" i can't respond to peggy"s question, not now. her eyes look so hurt though, it's what i hold responsible for my breath being hitched in my throat.

" i'm sorry . . ." is all i can muster out, i don't know what else to say.

" i'm not ." she turns her face into a grin, pulling out a lipstick container and blowing something from it, next thing i know, i'm falling down. my vision starts to get blurry and my hearing is slowly fading out. i can hear slight yelling though, which is probably coming from jefferson.

so peggy was a secret agent,
huh . . .

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a/n: woah this got alot of views pretty fast, im surprised my dudes.

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