Caught In The Mission

Twenty-Five

I stood there shocked at what had just happened seconds ago. I was stuck in a trance like state, I couldn't move, my mind was somewhere else. What just happened? I thought to myself. I didn't even hear Alex run out the room and out the house in search for who ever just shot snake guy through our front window. I did regain consciousness when I heard him slam the door and walk back into the room, breathing heavy. For a few seconds we stood there staring at the body in front of us then one another.

"There was no one out there." He said walking over to where I stood, the exact spot he had pulled me to when the gun went off. I felt his hand on my shoulder, a move that woke me. "No car, not a single person out there." I wasn't surprised that there was nothing or anyone out there. They used a silencer so the whole street wouldn't hear, they defiantly used a high tech weapon to be able to shot at that range. When I didn't respond he took a step I'm front of me, placing his and on the side of my face. "You okay?"

Was I? I didn't know how to answer that question. I didn't feel sad, I didn't feel scared either. For the first time in my life, when it comes to my parents I felt angry. Not at them but at everything else that linked up to them. Angry that some random low life with a snake tattoo knew about them, angry that Calloway knew them, angry that somehow this mission was related to them and I knew nothing about it. And what's worse I felt angry that there was someone out there lying to me about them. So was I okay? I don't know.

I looked up to him, seeing a range of emotions through his eyes. "Julia." I heard him call my name.

"Yeah." I said blinking a few times. It was then that I remembered there was blood all over my face and my dress. I wasn't fazed by it, but it was disgusting and I'm sure it was all over his hand now. I pulled my head back slight and grabbed his hand, just as I thought his palm was covered in blood. "Yeah, I should get cleaned up." I turned my head to look behind him, the the lifeless body still there. The lifeless body that was just about to tell me about my parents. "We need to move him." I added.

"How about you wash him off you first?" Alex spoke, his humour lightening the mood slightly, only slightly. Rolled my eyes before looking back at him.

"That's what I was going to do smartass." I said back. He smiled, I could tell he was relieved I wasn't having a melt down right now. I dropped his hand and stepped to the side ready to walk around him when he stopped me, grabbing my elbow.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, I didn't like how serious those blue eyes of his were. I also didn't like how concerned he looked right now.

"I'm good..." I answered, I didn't know if I was but I thought that's the right answer to give him. "Thanks." I gave him a small smile before leaving the room.

In the space of a night I had been punched in the face and given a black eye, had my suspect shot in front of me meaning I was covered in blood, and had me questioning my whole life. How amazing had these last few hours been? I made my way up the stairs down the corridor to my room, the moment my foot crossed the threshold and I closed my door, the memories of that night hit me. The sounds of my parents frantically working to make sure we left the house, the sounds of the car flipping when the truck hit us echoed in my head. I walked over to my bed and sat on the edge, I let out a sigh before holding my head in my hands. I won't cry. I said to myself as I fought the tears. I didn't want to cry I was getting tired of crying in this stupid house. I could spend all day feeling sorry for myself, crying in the covers but I wasn't going to do that. If I buried myself I'm this dark place I won't get anywhere, I won't get the answers I want.

*****

I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Keeping my head focused turned on the shower, stripped the bloody clothes off myself and threw them in the laundry basket. As I stood there, washing the blood of my face, I went over everything that had just happened. What he meant when he said Calloway was too weak to be involved, and how there was someone in my life who was lying to me. As the water dropped down my face I thought of everyone that had been a part of my life, I didn't have that many people except for the Captain...the Captain who was good friends with my parents, the Captain who brought up to be the woman I am today. He wouldn't lie about something like this? Would he? Everything I was told growing up, I began to question. Could I trust the Captain?