Hitwoman (ON HOLD FOREVER)

16

"How the hell did he find us?" I thought to myself while taking another turn on the quiet and empty road. I look down on the car clock and see that the time is 4:00 am, great. Not only do I have the worst body ache and cold, but also I didn't get any sleep. I wonder if this week can get any better.

Damn, but how the hell did Diablo find us? I never, ever told anyone about this place. And even as much as Clyde has a piece of my past with him, still he never knew about this place. So, how could he have found me? When he was in the bar, the bartender came out of the kitchen with fear in her eyes and he entered on cue. He probably did something to her friend or threatened her or something. I really hope they are both okay.

"We have been driving for a while now, where are we going?" A small voice asks, and I'm reminded that I'm not in the car alone. (And also reminded why I am in this mess in the first place)

"My apartment, I need to get something," I say before I make another turn.

"What's that?"

"Guns," I say and I see her shift uneasily from the side of my eye.

"But, why?" She asks making me take a quick glance at her before I take my focus back to the road.

"Why what?"

"Why do you have guns in your apartment?" She asks and I turn to look before facing the road.

"For self-defense"

"Then shouldn't you have a gun and not guns. If it's self-defense I don't see why you should have so many" She says making me scoff.

"Oh, sorry ma'am. I should have used the money you gave me to buy the guns to buy just one and gave the rest out to charity" I say bowing my head a bit before shaking it. I see her stroke her chin a bit before she looks at me.

"I never gave you money," She says making me pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I was being sarcastic, I was freaking sarcastic Tracy," I say.

"Why?" She asks making me slam my steering wheel.

"Listen here you little shit, I only agreed to answer one question, one. Not your encyclopedia of questions. I'm not going to be playing WikiHow tonight. So ask your question and please shut up" I say and hear her mutter rude before folding her arms. We both take deep inhales and I know deep down we are both thinking the same thing.

How did I get stuck with her?

She takes in a deep breath and lets it out and turns to face me. I look at her for a while before I take my eyes back on the road and from just that short glance into her eyes. I knew she had different questions, a dozen maybe. I mean, who wouldn't have a ton of questions to ask someone who they found (or found them rather) protecting them from a group of people trying to kill them while the only thing they are able to reveal to you is the status of your father and their name?

"What's your name?" She asks.

She doesn't even know my name, wow.

"Claudia," I say making her slump into her seat. There's silence for a short while before she sits back up and looks at me.

"Are you in a relationship with anyone?" She asks making me smirk.

"Sorry kid, you only had one question to ask me," I say and I hear her slump back in disappointment "Maybe next time"

I drive my car into the parking lot close to my house duplex before I turn the motor off. I look at my house and immediately get flooded with guilt and discomfort. My mum's probably in there now thinking her daughter is studying in class or something. I sigh before I look at my dirty black tank top and ruined hoodie. I sigh again before dragging my keys out of the ignition and open my door, being careful not to make too much noise with it. The sun is gonna rise in a couple of hours. I need to get all I need and bounce before she wakes up. I walk to the trunk of my car and open it and I carry my backpack from inside and drop it on the floor. I stretch my hand inside the trunk a bit deeper and carry a red and black check button-up shirt. I take off my hoodie and tank top and toss them in the trunk while being left in only my bra. As I'm about to put the shirt on, my eyes trail down to my rib which has a big and very pinkish circle there. i groan before putting on the check shirt and buttoning it up quickly to stop the cold from eating me up.