A/N:Hey guys I'm back, thank you for reading and voting and also that's zombie up there. Ok here goes the chapter. Its my birthday 💃🎉. And can we all forgive me for not updating😊👉👈.
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I woke up to the sound of my alarm almost deafening me. I raised my right arm to switch it off picking my phone and dialed max's number.
"Hey"I said my voice sounding raspy.
"Hi hoss how you doing? "He asked, in a cheerful voice. I rolled my eyes, he seemed happy but here I am about to ruin his morning.
"Hey um I need you, bring a first aid box"I said cutting off the call before he asked any questions.
I sat up on my squeaky bed as I lifted my left hand cradling it against my chest. I'm pretty sure its broken. The motherfucker left me with a broken arm, a sprained ankle and a concussion and possibly a broken rib or two. I heard as he left after he was done. I didn't even bother to go check on my mom knowing that she'd push me out. I shifted uncomfortably on my squeaky bed and cradled my arm, wincing slightly. I heard a knock on my window and looked up. I stood up painfully and opened my window letting max in.
"Hey "I said, my voice sounding more raspy than I expected. He jumped in, landing on his feet a small first aid box in his hand and a bag.
"Hey what happened to you? "He asked. I sighed sitting back down on my bed. I waved my good hand weakly and dismissed him, he didn't say another word as he came and sat next to me opening the first aid box.
"You know, its a very good thing that you heal quickly and don't get scarred"he said. I nodded not being able to talk. He pulled out the alcohol and started treating my wounds. It stung a bit but not too much.
"Ok Ash 1,2,3....... "He called snapping my broken arm back in place as I winced.
"You good? "He asked.
"Yeah"I said as he dug through the bag he brought and handed me a turkey sandwich with a box of apple juice.
"I thought you might need it. What happened with chris anyway? How did he break your arm? "He asked. I scoffed and took a bite of my sandwich.
"He found no food at home and blamed me"I said and shrugged taking a sip of the apple juice.
"You know you can beat him, even almost kill him I've seen you do it a million times but you never raise a finger when it comes to chris. Why? "He asked as he rubbed his hand over my hair. I shrugged
"Maybe I don't want to "I said but he shook his head and wrapped my hand with a bandage as I continued to eat.
"Its something more. Maybe something he did huh"he said. I ignored him and thought.
Why exactly have I never hurt chris? Why do I always become defenseless around him? No one knows or maybe I do.
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"Are you ready Rathaway "he asked. Why does he even bother to ask when he would force me anyways. I stood up straight and looked him in the eye."Sir, yes Sir"I said. I looked over at the others, they we're far older than me. I wasn't supposed to be in this department but as the commander pleases here I am. I looked around as the others scowled at me, they all hated me being there, a twelve year old shouldn't be where sixteen years olds are. My age mates were still training to kill rabbits but according to the others I have favoritism just because my dad is the boss. It always made me sad because I worked hard to be here. I saw the commander moving around probably giving orders but I didn't hear a thing. I knew it would come back to haunt me but I didn't care. The commander had a frown on his face indicating that we were getting on his nerves. The commander was a very huge man with a scar on his nose and patch on his left eye. Rumors have it that his eyeball was plucked out during a street fight with an opposite gang. Why am I thinking about this I should be paying attention to what he's saying .
"Dismissed "was all I heard as I came back to reality. I'm twelve, I'm supposed to be playing on a swing in the playground or something, not learning how to be an assassin.
"Rathaway "the commander called as I was about to leave. I raised my posture and raised my chin. Failure to do this when the commander is addressing you leads to torture and trust me I learnt that in the hard way.
"Sir"I said looking up at the commander. No one knew his name, he has a son in his class and even his son doesn't know his name. At least I know my dad's name.
"Wait in the room"he said before walking out. I didn't question him. That would lead to another round of punishment that I don't think I can take right now. How advanced my brain is surprises even me sometimes. I waited in the room. The door opened and instead of the commander, my dad came into the room. I held back a smile because it was a sign of weakness as I have been taught.
"Ashley "he said with a smirk. I didn't respond. I didn't know what to call him. Calling him dad always pisses him off and I know not to call him by his real name so I just raised my chin higher if that is even possible. He walked to the front of the class and opened the black curtain. I wondered what was behind the curtain when I came to class but dismissed it, because asking questions about things that don't concern you is something close to an abomination.
"Do you know what's in there? "He asked, the sick smirk still on his face. I shook my head but he slapped me making me stagger to the side as I raised my chin again and released shaky breaths to keep myself from crying as my cheek burn.
"No sir"I said and he nodded rubbing my cheek. I wish the people in my class could see this and see that there is no favoritism in my case. He opened the curtain more and what I saw almost made me gag but I didn't shift my gaze or lower my chin. My father laughed at my side as the woman on the ground cried. I bit my tongue and looked at the woman as a gun was placed in front of me.
"I want you to kill her"he said. I couldn't keep my eyes from widening. I knew this was not a task, if it was the whole class will be here.
"Sir? "It came out as a question, all the questions I wanted to ask stuffed into that small word.
"Do it"he commanded and then I couldn't stop my tears as my lip trembled.
"Dad I.... "I was cut off as a knife sliced deep into my arm. I bit my shaking lip as more tears fell, resisting the urge to cry.
"What did I tell you about calling me that? "He asked ,his voice dark.
"Sorry sir"I said. He stood in front of me as he wiped my tears which was useless as they we're replaced by fresh ones.
"Don't show emotions "he said as he pinched my cheek harshly. He knew what he was asking was impossible, he knew how much this woman meant to me. He held my arm applying pressure to the injury as I bit my lip harder blood flowing down my chin as I tried to keep the tears in. He took the gun and placed it in my hand.
"Go on Ashley, I won't ask so nicely the third time"he said as I shakily pointed the gun at the woman on the floor. She looked at me, her hazel eyes almost piercing into my soul as she shook her head and struggled to free herself. I think my dad noticed my hesitation and he put his hand on my shoulder.
"I can tell you what you've always wanted to know. "He said. I turned to looked at him his smile wider than before.
"Really? "I asked my eyes wide. I've always wanted to know. I've always wanted him to tell me. He's the only one who knows, even my mom doesn't know. I smiled to myself knowing if I did this he'll tell me and maybe I can finally get out of this hell hole I call a home. Maybe then I'll be free, I'll have no restrictions to all the things I can do. I can finally be able to see the light of day, maybe I'll even be able to go to playgrounds and eat ice cream. I broke out of my daydream and looked at the woman I'm supposed to kill one last time. I closed my eyes and took in a shaky breath, my hands trembling.
'I'm sorry aunt Clarissa, I'll always love you' I thought as I pulled the trigger, hitting her right in the chest as I watched my aunt fall into a pool of her own blood and my dad had a sinister look on his face.
A/N:Hey guys, I hope you enjoy. Its my birthday today so I'm doing a marathon and also thank you guys for the 1k reads, I really appreciate it. I love you guys so much. Vote, follow and comment. I think I've had too much cake. See you in the next chapter.
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