Blade Carter

MISSION

Curiously I don't recall the moment I fell down on my sheets and fell asleep. But my mind is silently thanking me for the long awaited rest.

My body was turned upside down and I'm seriously not looking forward to find out the reason as to why I woke up like this. I guess I didn't need to have a couple of drinks to forget.

But there was something that couldn't be erased from my memory, the sight of Blade's unforgettable green eyes staring down at me while he so slowly said sorry. There was something about it that made my body go limp and I knew what. I'm getting awfully used to his hard stance and expression, almost no feelings to figure out unless the constant lack of empathy towards the ones he doesn't trust.

There was no way that his low voice and a look of vulnerability wouldn't shoot straight to my heart. But apparently I didn't quite know that he would eventually shoot my heart to pieces too.

A loud shattering sound filled my room and that was enough to bring me back to reality. There was only one person that could be here right now unless the house was getting robbed. My father.

I braced myself for the storm that was about to hit me and pushed back the sheets to get up. Hurriedly changing my clothes before staring at myself in the mirror. I was suddenly stricken with the life shattering view.

I felt alive but my heart was certainly pale with no signs of life whatsoever. I looked tired not because I was working too hard but because I was not working hard enough. Came to figure out that dreams are far better than the reality.

The stairs were silent under my hurried footsteps and when I arrived in the kitchen, the source of the loud shattering sound I was engulfed by a horrifyingly familiar sight. My father's body rested against the freezing ground with inumerous shards of glass around him. My vision wasn't tricking me as I stepped closer to him and examined the bruises and blood that marked his skin.

I hoped I was having a nightmare that reminded me of that same night. His broken laughter seemed all too real as he slowly lifted his body. His eyes were absolutely red, giving him a dead look. He was drinking and intoxicating himself with drugs, if I didn't knew better I would say that he got himself in a ugly fight.

" Where the fuck have you been? " His voice sounded loud before he coughed heavily and let out a grunt of pain.

" I was at a friend's house. " Having to lie was slowly becoming a habit. I couldn't tell him that I was working as an agent on a FBI team unless I wanted to get my body ripped into a million pieces.

I recall his exact words on that night. He crouched right before me and pleaded me not to call the police or they would find him and aniquilate him in a matter of seconds. Still to this day I don't know who he was refering to but he promised me that he was clean. I believed him not only because I'm his only daughter but because the sight of my father's hurt body and weak request was enough to keep me close to him.

" What happened? " I asked while helping him get up. His legs faltered while attempting to get him close to a chair in a slow pace. Still he found himself finally resting his body and there I stood watching him.

" Quit the staring and clean the glass. " It wasn't the first time I've seen his altered state but everytime It didn't fail to hurt me deep in the heart.