One Day At A Time

Chapter 1.

12 years later

I woke up screaming again. I looked over at my alarm clock and it read 3:30.

This is starting to happen more frequently. Thank god pops gave me the more sound proof walls.

I needed to go talk to pops but judging by the time he was still sleeping. He wouldn't be up for another hour and a half.

I tried to go back to sleep but after 10 minutes of tossing and turning I decided to get a shower since sleep was apparently out of the question.

As I turned on the shower and started to undress I looked at the scars all over my arms.

When I decided to stay with pops he had me go to intense therapy for a whole week before he noticed it wasn't helping me at all. He tried to get me to attend school and soon realized I was not good around other kids. I'd been through too much to be a "normal" kid at that point. I was then forced to do home schooling, which was a lot better but the kid I did it with was the smartest dumbass I've ever seen. Literally.

He aced every test or exam given to him. I, on the other hand, failed.

He might have been book smart but boy was he just dumb. What idiot climbs into a tree, gets stuck and then falls out of it.... It was 3 feet off the ground.

I laughed a little stepping into the shower.

I wondered what happened to him. I haven't seen him for a couple years. When I learned the basics, pops decided I didn't need to know the more useless things most normal high schoolers learned. Thank god because I certainly would have failed geometry.

I finished my shower in 30 minutes which gave me still a whole hour until pops woke up.

I walked out of my room and down to the kitchen.

I have lived in pops' mansion with him since I was seven and I still don't know, or want to know,  what is behind half of the doors.

When I was 10 he started to train me in knife fighting.

I thought it was pretty dumb back then but now I'm the best assassin in the organization and my specialty is knives.

Pops is in charge of a government-ran assassin organization. We handle the crime lords that the government and military don't want to handle. It wasn't a bad job, it paid well and I'm more rich than most 19 year olds are. I don't think it's something to brag about but at least I work for my money.

...

Yeah that sounds pretty awful.

As I stepped into the kitchen I immediately turned on the coffee pot and started to make a fruit salad.

Pops says I shouldn't eat fruit for breakfast every day but it's the only thing I can still stomach after practice.

When I was done with my breakfast I grabbed my coffee and sat on the couch. I flipped through the channels and settled on watching spongebob. It was the episode where sponge bob wanted to be treated as an adult.

Ha classic.

When I finished watching sponge bob I went into the kitchen and cleaned my dishes. Pops came down shortly after.

"Morning pops."

"Why are you awake so early?"

"Another bad dream, couldn't sleep afterwards."

He eyed me for a couple seconds before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"How bad was it?"

"Same as usual, when am I going to get a new assignment? I'm tired of just training all day."

"I got an email last night and they want you for a special mission but you have to work with a team on this one."

"Hell no! I don't work with other people."

"Well you are going to have to deal with it, they said they aren't taking no for an answer."

"You got to be fucking kidding me."

"Hey watch your mouth." Pops pointed a finger at me but I just pushed it away.

"Oh like your grammar is any better." I rolled my eyes and walked behind the kitchen island and sat down while pops made his breakfast.

"How many other people are going to be with me?" I asked him as he took out the eggs. Disgusting, I hate eggs.

"Five."

"Five! That's five times more people than I've ever worked with."

"You're being over dramatic." He looked back at me while his egg cooked. "This could be a good experience for you. You need to learn how to work with other people or the organization will stop putting you on missions."

"I don't need anyone else, who are we even taking down anyways."

He paused for a moment and went back to cooking his egg.

"The Acias. Your father's gang."

I held my breath for so long I think I started to turn blue. My heart was racing out of my chest and my whole body went rigid.

"They want you to wipe out his whole team including him. You will be in charge of who takes down who."

"I get to kill him."

"I wouldn't expect any less. Are you on board or should I tell them you need time to process it?"

"When will we start the mission?"

"You are to complete the mission in 2 months time. Until then they want you to work and get to know your team."

"Tell them I'll do it."

Pops nodded his head and ate his egg sandwich. I sat at the island staring at nothing in particular. I was finally going to get revenge on the man behind all the pain I experienced throughout my life.

"Oh and one more thing, you will be stationed to live in a training hideout with them. It is disguised as a log cabin in the mountains. You'll be leaving in three days."

"What the fuck? Why?"

"They said you act very cold around others when you're working, they said it's so you can 'warm up to them' whatever the hell that means."

"I don't act cold around others." Pops raised his eyebrow in question as he drank his coffee. "Okay maybe I do a little bit but they all look at me like I'm fresh meat."

"Or maybe they are afraid of you."

He said this as I was already walking back to my room.

When I entered my room I laid back in my bed with my arm over my eyes. I drifted off to sleep thinking about finally getting rid of my father.