unbroken

Part 2

"Let me get it!" I said slightly frantic, the sound of panic so clear in my voice I heard it. Ray tilted her head at me and lifted her hand putting it to my forehead.

    "Are you okay sweetheart?" she asked moving her hand and feeling her own forehead concerned. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, it felt like I had swallowed sand. I nodded and smiled at her the best I could.

    "Yes. i forgot to feed Miya though, mind doing that for me while I get the door?" I asked running my hand through her hair slowly, looking into her green eyes, memorizing every detail. She watched me closely then shrugged

    "Alright weirdo" she turned and laughed softly as she walked away towards the kitchen. The banging on the door behind me started again, making me growl in annoyance. I turned and walked to the white front door, opening it and stepping out quickly not giving the old man in front of me a chance to go inside. My father was a short man, chubby, with a short grey beard and a full head of jet black hair. He wore his normal suit and smelled of cigars and sweat. I looked down at him with a glare

    "Hello there kiddo" he said roughly patting my shoulder, his voice was harsh and sounded scratchy while his breath reeked of smoke. I rolled my eyes moving my shoulder out of his reach, twisting my shoulder so it would crack. The pain made my face scrunch up, until I heard a soft pop and the pain went away causing me to sigh.

    "Hey..?" I replied slowly, avoiding looking at him. I went over what to say to him in my head a million times since I came out the door, yet nothing seemed good enough. He smiled and pulled out a small pack of cigars, opening it and pulling one out before returning the pack back to its cozy spot in his jacket pocket.

    "comment va mon fils?" he said, his french accent coming through more than normal. 'How is my son doing' my mind translated almost instantly, growing up in a house of fluent french speaking people you learn quickly or stay clueless to what everyone is saying.

    "Cut the crap. How did you find me?" I snapped, his presence made me uneasy and I could feel myself shaking with anger, or fear. I wasn't sure quite yet.

    "Why did I have to find you?" He asked raising his eyebrow much like My mother often did when I was young. I looked at the front door and back to my father, taking a long, deep breath.

    "You run from your life, abandon your family, betray your men, and for what son? A women?" He says throwing his hands up in frustration. I locked eyes with him and couldn't manage to speak a word.

"She's not just a woman..."

"Of course she is!"

The wind shifted as we stood in silence. After a moment he took a long drag from his cigar and exhaled slowly.

"I have a job for you-"

    "I can't." I interrupted immediately, causing him to pause, amazed at my bold move. He slowly crossed his arms, looking me up in down. His deep brown eyes almost piercing a hole in me as he glared

    "Im done. I can't be a hitman anymore.." I said looking down at my blue sneakers for a moment worried of what he might say. Or do. I had no idea how he was going to react to what I had said, but i had a feeling it wasn't going to be a very good one. Not many people scared me, Ray and my father were definitely two of them. He slowly uncrossed his arms and looked at me amused

    "And why is that?" He chuckled a little as he spoke, making Jarik tick.

    "What are you laughing at you fool" I twitched as Jarik spoke, clearing my throat I put my hands in my pocket looking for my pills, only to realize I had left them in the bedroom. I instantly wanted to give up and go back inside, hide from all of this.

    "I understand you have trouble controlling your little curse. But try and keep it on a leash a little better." My dad basically growled at me. It made my skin crawl in the most unpleasant way, taking yet another deep breath I took a small step back, away from the short man.

    "I don't want to go down that road. I want to be with Ray, I want to be normal" I said looking down at the small man. The silence didn't make things better, I thought he would explode, yell, or even hit me, but no. he was silent. My father stood looking at me with an unreadable facial expression that almost scared me. a few moments he took and breath and smacked his hands together making me jump.

    "Well! There's only one thing to do then!" he said rubbing his hands together, a smile on his face that worried me. The sun went behind the clouds as he spoke again

"You need to kill her."