Recluse Protection

Chapter 19

"All that you'll need to do is press this button on your watch if anything goes wrong. If you get a bad vibe, press it. Someone says something wrong, press it." Cobra adjusts the romper making me slap his hand away. We've already gone over this multiple times.

"Cobra, chill the fuck out and take a breath. You're gonna drive me nuts." It's super sweet that he's trying to assure me, but right now I just want to get this done. We've already made sure that Hunter is at work, and doesn't have a client. Cobra's concern really does warm my heart, but at the moment I'm trying to draw back my whiny little girl that is looking for a savior. I need peace and quiet to shrivel back into the person I once was.

"I'm sorry Hellion, but I want to make sure you are comfortable. You don't need to be hurt more than necessary." Sighing I shake my head at him, once again, he's being a sweetheart.

"Cobra, it's a sacrifice that needs to be taken. Let's just get this over with, alright?" Staring in his eyes, I'm finally given a jerky nod. He still doesn't like this idea, to be honest I don't much care for it either. I have to keep reminding myself that this is for Timothy, I'm helping the man out. This isn't for me, it's for him.

"Yeah. You have the keys right?" I nod looking for the clutch I had been given. I hate the stupid thing, how dainty it is. That small, dainty, little clutch draws out the girl in me, the girl that I've strived to bury. I feel like that girl is coming back with a vengeance and I fucking hate it.

"Yeah, they're in the clutch." Forger thought it would be a good idea to get me a smaller car that most women would drive. Not a bad idea until I saw it was a Mini Cooper Base. Since it was cheap, and fit the image they are trying to portray they snagged the ugly thing. One day they will find it dismantled and it'll never go back together again.

"You have your watch on you, that'll alert us. You have your recorder with you right?" Looking up at him I arch a brow at him.

"Cobra, you're doing it again." I warn him watching as he rolls his eyes moving around his desk, dropping into his chair. I appreciate him, I really do, but he needs to shut up before I slap him. Taking a deep breath I stand in front of the mirror, staring at the figure I'm greeted with. My lack of hard labor has whittled my form back into that of a dainty teenager, I've always been on the slighter side. Small B-cup breast, slightly flared hips and a small shelf of an ass, I know that I have a figure that's appreciated.

And I fucking hate it. Looking young is only a blessing if you're being admired by a gentle soul. To every monster I'm the perfect victim, the face and body of youth. Adjusting my hair in a new hair-do I roll my head, listening to my neck crack. Finding the makeup bag I had been given I dump it out, glaring at the disgusting shit. A knock on the door, makes me want to growl, I don't need more people surrounding me right now. "Come in." Cobra calls out, still sitting using a wipe I remove what I do have on my face already.

"Cobra, we got the last of the info you wanted." Kado, Patriot and Rubble slip into the room shutting the door behind them. My cheek is still painted with a bruise, the gash having scabbed over. Not appealing to most, grabbing the foundation, I'm forced to apply it. I don't want to look like I'm proud of the mark. Adding enough of the foundation to hide the mark slightly, I go through the motions of doing my makeup. Something I haven't done in years, I hate dolling myself up for this. Forger suggested I paint my nails, top off the effect.

"This is a flashback I thought I'd never witness." Kado speaks up, looking at me through the mirror. Making me stare at him, that makes two of us. Looking away I finish up my eye look, a soft neutral. Doing eyeliner, and mascara I opt for a pale pink and a clear gloss. Topping it off with a soft blush, I stare at the girl I created. The one who lived through hell. Pained brown eyes stare back, I feel like I'm betraying her more than my tormentors did.