Protecting Magcon

THREE

Birds POV.

  "We have to go to the guys, now," I command. I grab Mahogany and run into the other room. I walk right in and all heads turn. I sigh in relief.

  "Well someone's excited to see us," Nash jokes.

  "Yeah right," I laugh. The guys smile at my horrible joke.

  "Okay I have some things to tell you," I say seriously. They look at me but nod.

  "Alright I need your phones off, doors locked, and blinds closed," I order. They shut down their phones as I head to lock the door. Mahogany shuts the blinds leaving us in silence. I take a deep breath knowing what I might have to do.

  "Okay as you know my name's Bird Clark. I'm eighteen years old and I've been with the FBI since I was left on my own 5 years ago. I'm here to protect you all from an unknown threat. You can't go anywhere without me or Dash who you will meet later. I'm here to protect you not hurt you," I explain. They stare at me in shock except Mahogany.

  "Wait how are you in the FBI?" Hayes questions.

  "Awhile ago they started a group of spies ranging in kids from 13 to 21. I was the first and only recruit for a year. Then a few others came along. They trained us all, we all come from nothing and they gave us lives," I state.

  "But why were you left alone?" Carter asks. I stare at him the memories fly through my head. All the voices I haven't heard in forever rush into my head.

  "Er when I was younger my dad died from lung cancer. And when I was 12 my mom killed herself, leaving me alone," I mutter rubbing my wrist remembering the mark on my stomach.

  "I'm sorry," Cameron whispers. I look at him and shake my head.

  "You didn't kill them don't apologize for something you knew nothing about," I reply. I turn away my back facing them.

  "But I did know. I knew your dad Bird," Cam says softly. I spin on my heel.

  "What?" I ask.

  "I knew him Bird. I remember him. When I was about 11 I visited my dad at work. He was a cop and worked along side your dad. I saw him after he was killed," he whispers heartbroken. I stared in shock. I knew my dad had lung cancer because he smoked but I never though he would have been killed.

  "Your-your lying. My dad died from lung cancer," I shout. I back up straight into a wall tears threatening to pour.

  "No he didn't. He was shot straight through the heart. He was trying to calm someone down. They weren't mentally stable and shot him," Can shouts.

  "Stop lying to me. You don't know me and you never will," I scream and run into the bathroom. I slam the door locking it and sinking to the floor. Tears pour out of my eyes. My dad was a therapist but he wouldn't mess around when the police were involved. Even for a patient he wouldn't mess with the police. That went well didn't it.

Thanks for reading I need a cover for this so if anyone makes one let me know and I'll figure something out thxs