"OUCH!" I yelled in pain, as she continued stitching my back up. "Why do stitches have to hurt so much?"
"Well, Einstein, if you didn't know that now, you should," said Kara, rolling her eyes with a needle in her hand, as she continued to stitch my back up.
"Well, you're not the one getting stitches!" I said sharply, giving her a look.
"So i take it that you're not sorry that i just saved your ass from Chris and Cable?" she retorted. "And stitching you up?
I huffed. She had got me there. I stared around glumly, and looked at my bruises, which were slowly fading. It suddenly dawned on me that she literally had a medical lab, posters, high tech medical equipments... it was something very rich people would own. I shielded my eyes away from the neon blue light.
"Woah, this is one hell of a room," I said in awe. "How'd you get it?"
She looked at me with her bright blue eyes.
"Oh. This?" said Kara, waving it off. "It's nothing, my dad is a... doctor."
I stared at her and began laughing.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"The way you said it!" I choked, laughing. I mimicked her voice. "My dad is a... doctor. That sounded really Scottish."
"Nah, people says i've got an English accent," said Kara, smiling at me. "I dunno if that's true, but hey, whatever."
"Well, you're done. I've fixed that wound on you back, should start to heal." said Kara, getting to her feet.
"Thanks," I said, then i remembered what i wanted to ask her. "Hey, where's your mum?"
Kara bit her lip and looked down at that phrase. She turned around, packing up the first aid box. She didn't respond for a second.
"She died a year ago." she said quietly. "He got... murdered. Murdered by this man."
I was stunned to silence. Here she was, Kara, this shy girl in my class who was hiding off such a big, dark secret.
"Oh." I said, regretting asking that question. "I'm sorry, that must be a bummer."
"Yeah." said Kara. "Look, can we not talk about her anymore? I mean, you better go home, it's quite late."
"Oh. Okay." I started, getting up from the chair. "Thanks for... all that."
"It's fine." said Kara, suppressing a half-smiling. "See you at school, Jack."
With that, she put the hood over her head, shoved her hands in her pockets and tread upstairs slowly.
I looked after her, wondering how much more secrets she could hide.
YOU ARE READING
Homesick
Action(BOOK 1) In a futuristic America, Jack, a 13 year old bullied school boy, unexpectedly meets a girl called Kara, a secret teenage assassin working for the government. They become close friends, however, when Kara's secret identity is discovered by J...
