The 'mission' date was arranged for Friday night. From what I could tell, Charlie was really looking forward to it, whilst I was dreading it. I found out on Wednesday when we would be going, and I hadn't slept well since, even though for me that was normal. I kept waking up in a cold sweat, and I ended up passing out again on the couch.
Friday eventually arrives, and all day I feel like I am going to break down or be sick. Joe keeps reasuring me that all will be fine, but he doesn't sound very confident. I have to do more running around again, but to be honest i would rather do this than go out and do the job. 7:30pm arrives, and I suit up in the small changing room undergorund. This is the place that is hidden from the world, where the 'missions' are arranged. No-one knows what we really do here.
I peer down at myself, sighing as I wonder who had decided that a slim black catsuit was a good uniform. It hugs my curves, and it makes me feel uncomfortable. Especially now that i will have Charlie there who might possibly start ogling at me. The thought has my heart racing and it makes me feel queasy at the same time. How does he make me feel so many things at the same time?
I begin to think about getting changed out of the uniform and going up to Sarah to tell her I quit. I would feel bad for leaving Joe since he helped me that day he came to my house, but what is more important? My sanity, or some stupid job that gets me into a lot of danger but lets me keep in touch with a person I associate as big brother.
A sharp knock on the changing room door snaps me out of my daze, and with shaking hands I open the door. I know instantly who it is. In all his glory, Charlie stood there -the suit toning his muscles nicely- with his head rested on his arm against the door frame. He looks exhausted, even though we haven't even left yet. If he looks like this, then I must look awful.
"It's time for us to leave," he looks nervous, as his eyes skim over me. They don't linger anywhere, so I relax a little.
"O-okay," I stammer. An anxious feeling rises within me. I look up at him and he smiles, encouraging me to be brave, as I step out, heading to what I had promised myself I would never do again.
We reach his car, and panic rises within me. I think he notices because he tries to calm me. And it works.
It takes an hour to get there. That gives me time to try to keep the panic at bay so that I can focus on getting out there unharmed.
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Fiksi RemajaEmily has always found herself caught in sticky situations. It's her job. Sometimes they are easy to get out of, and others are not. She vows never to get herself in trouble again. It's only when she meets Charlie that that promise to herself become...
