My Masked Assassin

Chapter Twenty Three: "Ghost Ninja"

"Motherfucker! You owe me a new phone!" I scream at Tom as soon as I got home.

I barged into my apartment and was not at all surprised to see him there, and honestly, I couldn't care what the reason was that brought him.

"Bitch, I don't owe you nothing" he replies in a monotonous voice.

I was raging mad and I was ready to punch a hole in the wall.

I let out a frustrated muffled sound between a growl and a shriek and marched my way into the kitchen.

Fuck this! Fuck that! Fuck HIM! FUCK THIS WHOLE COUNTRY!

I see Tom sneak a peek at me as I passed him laying down on my couch.

"What happened to you?" he asked.

"Nothing," I snap at him.

"Your bleeding from multiple cut wounds," he retorts.

"I said it's nothing!" I bark.

He just silently pushes himself off my couch and walks up to me, I don't stop what I'm doing as I carry a pot to the sink and fill it with water.

Tom stops right next to me and grabs hold of my face, angling it towards him so I was forced to look at his stupid face with his intense stupid blue-gray eyes.

"What's wrong?" he says seriously, all humor gone from his voice.

I wanted to punch him. But instead I squirmed.

"Talk," he orders.

I narrow my eyes at him, "When did you become so bossy?" I drag my face away from his grip and glare at him.

He remains silent.

I give and exaggerated sigh, "I ran into some trouble after the hostages were saved." I spat out venomously.

Tom just folds his arms and continues to look at me.

"I ran into 'that guy' again" I let out.

Tom's eyes snap wide open.

"Ember-" he begins.

"Tom-" I counter with a whine.

I soooooo did not want to talk about this. It was too embarrassing and tom was the last person I'd want to know about the events that took place just afew hours ago.

"I knew it was a bad idea to tell you," I mumble.

He slams a hand next to the table top were the pot in the sink was now overflowing with water.

"Oh shit!" I cry upon noticing the water over spilling.

"What happened!?" Tom asked harshly.

I spill out the extra water from the pot and carry it to the stove. I turn it on to medium high heat and turn back to Tom who was restlessly wait for my answer.

"Question?" I say to him.

He tilts his head to the side, "I asked you first"

"Mine is more important"

"Will you answer mine if I answer yours?"

"Definitely"

"Then ask away"

I took a deep breath.

"Why do you care so much?" I simply ask.

He froze.