Secret Service.

Imani

Last night seemed like a blur. I remembered coming in the building, and then having to leave. I woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, with a headache.

Where am I? What happened after the fire ? Where is Isaiah? What day is it?

I got up, and went looking for Isaiah.

Why is this house so big ? Who lives here?

I groaned when I saw a picture on the wall.

Nathaniel.

Then I heard him talking to Isaiah in the huge living room. I was about to walk in, when I heard them talking.

"This is my X-Men collection, I have every single one." Nathaniel said proudly.

"Really? Oooh Wolverine ! " Isaiah sounded so happy. He did love comics.

"Wait, is that Captain America ?" Isaiah asked.

"Yup. I have every one except for the first one. I can't find it at all."

"Oh, my daddy used to read them to me, then Imani told me that him and mommy went to live with Angels." Isaiah said sadly.

Just my luck, I tripped over nothing and fell straight on my ass. When I looked up, Isaiah and Nathaniel were standing over me, laughing.

"Hey, it's not funny!" I said, chuckling. We were all rolling on the floor, laughing within seconds.

Nathaniel laughs? He's actually really cute when he looks happy, and he looks his age. Wait what ? You're not supposed to like him.

"Hey, Isaiah, stay here while I talk to your sister, okay ?" Nathaniel says suddenly getting up and picking me up too.

Isaiah just nodded and started reading, while Nathaniel led me to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry for how I've treated you. I didn't know." He said as he sat beside me.

Is he just saying this out of pity?

"I don't want your pity Nathaniel." I told him coolly.

His pretty brown eyes narrowed when he looked at me.

"Who the fuck said anything about pity ? I apologized, twice now, and you're going to accept that shit. Understood?" He said lowly.

"Well, since you put it so nicely, mister, I accept your fake half assed apology."

"You wanna talk about them ?"

This fool is crazy if he thinks I want to tell him anything.

I shook my head no.

"Your loss. Anyway, you guys are staying here now, and me and Isaiah are going shopping . Care to join us?"

"No thank you."

He just shrugged, got Isaiah and left.

I decided to make myself breakfast, since it was already 11:30, when I heard the door open.

Oh My sweet baby Jesus, someone's about to rob me.

I picked up the nearest thing to use as a weapon.

"I don't think a can of reddi whip is going to hurt me." Harper said from behind me, causing me to spray the whipped cream all over myself.

Harper chuckled as he handed me some paper towels. After I cleaned most of it off, we started talking.

"So, did you call your family yet ?" I looked down.

Why does everyone ask that? "I don't have a family."

Harper kind of laughed a little. "What, you had a fight with your parents or something?"

I thought Nathaniel was the jerk.

I got angry. Did he not understand the meaning of 'I don't have a family'?

"No, I didn't get into a fight with them because they're not here. Okay? I don't have a family, I just have Isaiah." I yelled at him.

"So, they went on a trip?"

This idiot.

"They died, Harper. My parents died." I didn't realize I was crying, until Harper bear hugged me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Harper whispered over and over again in my ear. We stayed like that for awhile, hugging each other. After awhile, we sat to chat.

"So do you have any other relatives or friends?" Harper asked cautiously.

I shook my head. "My parents were only children and my grandparents died before Isaiah was born."

"Do you have any friends?"

"Nope. The other girls in the service don't like me, my old friends don't like me cause I'm an escort, and I haven't worked at the daycare long enough to make any."

"Wait, what daycare ?" Harper sat up straighter in his chair.

"Um, Sevens Daycare, why ?"

He laughed a little. "Nathaniel bought it. I didn't know why though."

"What exactly does Nathaniel do?" I asked him. I just knew he had alot of money and had an event to go to basically every weekend.

"He owns Howard Incorporated."

What's that?

"Oh. What do you do?"

"I'm a lawyer for Howard Incorporated. What do you do?"

I rolled my eyes, he already knew what I did. "Harper, I'm an escort."

"No, like, if you weren't , what would you want to do? What did you want to be?"

"I'd be a kindergarten teacher." I liked where this conversation was headed, until Nathaniel came storming in.

"You good bro?" Harper asked him. Nathaniel just stood there, seething. Isaiah ran over and hid behind me.

I know he didn't do anything to my brother.

"Harper, come with me." Nathaniel pointed to me.

"You sit there and be useless, as usual."

Two steps forward, a million steps backwards.