At last | Editing

Chapter 37

I hear the tunes to one of my favorite songs One Direction - What makes you beautiful playing on the radio on our ride over to the creak. I hate being in silence on the way to a mission because it allows my anxiety to kick in and then my mind starts roaming and I don't know how to get it back unless I go to sleep. And plus I'm trying to avoid having the conversation with Kelenna that I know will be coming anytime soon.

"Oh. This is my song!!!" my voice high-pitched as I turn the stereo up as I started dancing and singing along to the song.  "You're insecure. Don't know what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the door." I run my hand under my mother's chin playfully. She looks at me weird out the corner of her eye while still paying attention to the road ahead looking very tense and on edge; she likes to be in silence on a way to complete missions.

I hum the tune of the song rocking my body side to side. "Come on. Let loose, " I wiggle my arms like spaghetti. "Don't fight it just dance!" She bites down harder on her lip shaking her head, "No." she stands on her routine.

"Here comes your part." I push.

She releases the breath she has been holding in and finally let's loose turning the radio up to it's the highest level,  "Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed." she yells looking at me bobbing her head back and forth like she's at a rock concert.

"Yesssss!" I hyped her up.

"But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell." she continues singing along.

"It ain't hard to tell 'em what ma?" I'm the best hype man ever.

"You don't know you're beautiful." she smiles at me shouting the lyrics.

I start singing it with her.

"If only you saw what I could see. You'd understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe." We begin dancing on each other, having fun. "You don't know, oh-oh. You don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh. That's what makes you beautiful." We laugh at each other horrible singing.

An angry man behind us starts blowing his horn hysterically shouting out the window, "Would you move before I brush my car up against your bumper and help you move."

"Fuck you, Motherfucker!" she raises her middle finger and her head out of the window as she pushes down the gas.

"That was fun!" she admits as she's turning the volume knob on the stereo down as the song can still be heard lowly over the stereo.

"I know, right."  I laughed.

"But it's time to get back to business." There goes the serious Kelenna I know.

"I know." I lay my head up against the window looking out of it.

"I hate driving to a mission listening to music."

"I know."

"It makes my mind wander which causes me to be unfocused at the task at hand."

"I know. I know." I sigh.

"Good then put your hair up and put these on." she hands me some dark shades to put over my eyes. "We're close to the creek.

I take the hair tie from my wrist and brush my hair into a messy bun as I then also zip up my zipper to my black jacket prepared to do what I do best....spy.

"I hate riding in silence it allows my mind to roam on things other than the mission." I pout.

"Like what? Amarillo?" She looks over at me. I knew it was coming.

I don't even respond. I just put my shades on and lay my head back up against the window pane looking out the window.

"You know you can never be with him right?" she says. "The agency won't allow it. And your father, your father will never allow you to be with someone who's an outsider, relationships like that always leads to the worst." she spoke.

"I know," I speak quietly scrunching up my face.

"Just because he knows now, doesn't mean he will remember any of it later." I sat there quietly with tears in my eyes.

The rest of the ride to the creak we spent in silence. We arrived at the creek sooner than expected because Kelenna has a nice expensive car, a black 2014 Tesla Model S.

We parked the car two blocks away from the West Neck Creek Natural Area, so we wouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves if the police are still out here.

My mother pulls her black gloves up her hands. She takes her keys out of the ignition. She exits the car and walks to the back to gran the duffle bag that holds her Ruger 10/22.

I wipe my tears from my face transitioning my sad expression to me on a mission face: my game face. I pull my gloves up to my hands. I check the bullets in my gun before putting it in my pocket.

"Ready?" She wraps her Nikon D850 camera around her neck..

"Yeah." I nod looking at her.

"Let's do this." she slams the trunk shut.

We head deeper into the creek.

(I realized that I've been Misspelling the word, "Creek" in previous chapters. Please, forgive me. Enjoy. Vote and comment. Please. Thank you.)