Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 2

your pov:

8 years ago:

"Can you help me? I'm lost." You said to a man with dark hair and fairly pale skin. You knew from the pictures Pops and Nico showed you that this was your target.

"Sure sweetheart, I'll take you back to my place and you can call your parents."

You nod your head innocently as he takes your hand, leading you away from everyone else.

He stops walking in an alley. "Come here sweetie," he says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. Before he can touch you inappropriately or try and plant a kiss on your underage lips, you grab the knife from your belt buckle and shove it into his neck.

You click the button on your new watch that notifies the Daminos when you've finished your
job, or if you need help. You never had to dispose of the bodies, they never even told you what they did with them.

After that day, things changed. That was the first time you'd ever taken a life. At least he was a bad guy, right?

"Good job kid," Pops says when you get home.

"What'd you do?" Runt asks, looking up at you.

"I took care of something," you say.

"You have blood on you. Were you hurt?" He grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. He wets a cloth and cleans the blood off your arms.

"Thanks, Runt," you smile at him.

That night you lay in your bed beside your brother's, who is already asleep. You stare at the ceiling with a thousand thoughts. How did you end up like this? Normal kid, to orphan, to adopted, to killer.

You shoot up from your bed with sweat plastering your hair to your neck. You dreamt of that guy. That guy you'd killed less than 20 hours before. His blood was on your hands.

Eventually, it wasn't just creeps and pedos you'd been targeting. By the time you were 18, you'd become a full on hit man for the Damino family. They told you if you ever tried to leave, they'd have to arrested or killed. And if you ever tried to cross them, the punishment was worse than both of those, you'd seen that second hand when Hunter, your adoptive sister, tried to run away. They'd killed her and dumped her body in the river bank. Her room stayed empty, no one wanting to go in there.

4 years ago:

"You make your Pops proud, kiddo," Pops says after your 20th kill.

You smile up at him, but a part of you still wonders what you've become. A part of you knows that this isn't you, this isn't who you were meant to be. But what can you do? Nothing. There was no way out.

Mama comes in with a cake to celebrate Runt's 15 birthday. He's almost caught up to you in height now.

"Happy birthday little man," you say, ruffling his shirt afro.

"Thank you, Y/n." He hugs you, and you wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too."

That night, you go into Runt's room to give him a present. You make sure your brother cant hear or see you leave the room.

"Runt," you whisper. "Psst, Runt."

"What?" He whispers back, sitting up from his bed.

"Here," you sit down next to him and hand him is present.

"Where'd you get this?" He asks, holding the four hundred dollars in shock.

"I get an allowance for every job I complete. I want you to have it. It's not much but it's enough for now. Get out of here, start a new life."

"I can't leave you."

"Yes you can. You're the only thing good in this house. Go, go to school, get a job, be happy." Tears start to well in your eyes.

"What about you and Aiden?"

"Aiden likes it here, believe it or not. I don't know why, but he does. I'll be okay. I can fight for myself."

A year falls down from your eye as he hugs you. "I'm gonna miss you, Y/n."

"I'll miss you too, Runt. I'll make sure you have time to leave. Never look back."

You get up and leave his room. Laying down, staring at the dark ceiling, you cry. This was everything you wanted to do, leave, but you were in too deep. Runt had only done a few things for the Daminos. He'd gotten groceries and helped Mama cook, he'd only seen, not done. You and Aiden had done too much. Too much to leave.

Aiden's voice filled your ears in a quiet tone. "What were you doing?"

"I was in the bathroom," you say, trying not to let your tears be audible in your voice.

"Okay." He says. Aiden actually did like being here. He told you one day that this was your new home. And he threatened to tell Rico and Pops when you told him you wanted to leave. Aiden started to do a little bit of the dirty work a few months ago, but he was still mainly just the brains.

You couldn't believe when he threatened to out you. He was your brother, he was supposed to be on your side.

Just some background! sorry this is so short. I honestly don't even know if I like this story