Chapter 4- does everyone have a crazy uncle?

Now it was time for free period. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t feel like hanging out with my new “friends”. As I was walking down the hall I saw a door with a sign saying ‘music room- closed’. I tried to open the door. It was locked, typical. I took out a pin from my hair and put it in the lock. Smiling I opened the door. I picked up an acoustic guitar. One song popped in my head- When it Rains by Paramore. Lola had showed me that song and it reminded me of my mom. It’s my favorite song. Now that I think about Lola, I realized I actually missed her. I started playing and singing that song. My eyes got watery towards the end. I blinked the tears away. Why did my mother’s story always pop in my head after this song? Why had she done that to me? I froze; someone’s here. I turned around and couldn’t believe my luck. It was Creg.

“Wow, that was amazing,” he said.

 “I don’t need your flirting and lies right now,” I said. I couldn’t deal with him now.

“I wasn’t lying. Swear,” he said putting his hands up.

“Ok then,” I said carefully.

“Hmm, you can speak many languages, play the guitar, sing, and you’re beautiful. Where have you been all my life, eh?” he said chuckling.

“Listen, compliment and make fun all you want, but just so you know I’m not any other girl you can play around with. Hurt me and I’ll kick your arse,” I said confidently.

“Oh yeah, well-,” saved by the bell he couldn’t finish. As I was trying to race out the door he blocked it. I groaned.

“Get out of my damn way!”

“Make me,” he said smirking. Oh was he going to get it badly. I tried to punch his eye (and damage his pretty face-I admitted) but he caught my wrist and pulled me closer.

“I don’t get you. Any girl in this school would give anything for me to even talk to them. Playing hard to get much?” Actually I was one of those girls. I needed for him to fall for me, very badly, but it was for a job, not my own pleasures. Playing hard to get was exactly what I was doing, but of course he can’t know that.

“Come on, how about I meet you after-school?” he said. This time it was my turn to smirk.

“How about I meet you in hell?” I said and he just froze there faking a smile. I pushed him aside.

“Well I would have loved to stay and chat, but I’m afraid I’m late for class. I’m going to toddle of now,” I said waving as sarcastically as I could manage while walking off to class. Oh how I’m going to play this Creg really badly I thought smiling evilly to myself. I got my tardy slip and walked into computer class. I was really good at computer stuff and was disappointed that this was simple programs and not hacking challenges. I already knew Spanish, so that class was also spent uselessly. Now I’m off home. The longest day of my life is finally over.                                                                                                

I crashed onto my new bed. Well at least for once I have my own place. It’s a one room apartment with a bathroom and a kitchen. Good enough for me. I changed out of my outfit into basketball shorts and a tank top. I tied my short hair into a pony tail, brought a water bottle with me, and headed down to this apartment’s gym. I got on the treadmill and started running. After, running five mile I decided to stop. Gross, I was pretty sweaty. I drank my water bottle and decided I should just go home. As I was walking down the hallway, I crashed into someone and we both fell on the floor. I got up and looked at who had crashed into me. Ding, ding ding, Emine you are the lucky winner. It was Creg.

“Kate! What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” I said. I did not like the excitement on his face.

“I see you are coming back from the gym, eh?” I nodded. I could see his eyes traveling down my body- that pervert.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll go home now,” I said.

“I wonder why you ignore me. I can’t figure you out,” he said with a thoughtful look. I already got into his head, this is good.

“Oh, I’m sorry I hurt your fragile ego. Now if you excuse me, I have to go,” I said getting around him, but he caught up with me.

“Oh no, you aren’t leaving with a comment like that,” he said grabbing my arm.

“I can break that arm right now,” I said through gritted teeth. No one touches me.

“I dare you,” he said turning me around and grabbing my arm tighter.

“You asked for it,” I said but as I looked inside his mesmerizing eyes I couldn’t help myself. Damn hormones. I don’t know who leaned in first, but next I knew we were making out and then everything went black.

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I woke up and observed my surroundings. Ok, I was in this small room, pretty dark, and-oh my god I’m tied to a freaking chair! Not again. My mouth wasn’t tied. No, I wasn’t going to scream. Emine, don’t you dare scream. I started looking for a way out of these ropes. Man, I really wish this guy who kidnapped me would’ve kidnapped me after I changed into better clothes! Wait, before that, me and Creg… oh god. Wait, where the hell is Creg? What if he’s the one that kidnapped me? What if he found out? No, that’s impossible… isn’t it? I couldn’t take it anymore; I screamed. Someone barged into the room. Oh great, it was my mother’s psycho brother. Unfortunately psychological problems ran through my mother’s side of family. How did he escape the ward?

 “I see you have awakened. Dila mshvidobisa,” he said smiling creepily. This was my weakness. Looking at him made me remember my mother. Tears welled up my eyes. I quickly blinked them away.

“I see you have learned good English, uncle,” I said glaring at him.

“Yes, you see, I have been informed that you would be living at America. Probably for that stupid agency that killed your mother,” he said.

“The agency didn’t kill my mother. She killed herself! She was a coward and a disgraceful mother!” He slapped me, but that didn’t stop my rant.

“When my mother found out that my father was in the agency she went berserk. I guess she had that craziness that runs in your family. She killed herself and for what? She killed herself because my father didn’t trust her enough to tell her. Like, come on. After she died, I was put into the agency to train and become an agent. My father left me a year later for another woman, all because of my idiotic mother!” I yelled. He slapped me again. I heard a gunshot. The blood squirted on my face and my uncle fell on the floor with a bullet in his brain. The guy who shot him had a mask. The only feature I saw was his crazy blonde hair.  After he left, Creg came into the room.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled at him.

“You tell me! I just woke up tied to a freaking chair! I’m lucky I always carry pocket knife. ”

“Is this who kidnapped us?” he asked looking toward my dead uncle. I nodded.

“Whoever that masked dude was, we’re lucky he killed this guy,” he said. Something doesn’t add up here. Where did the masked guy come from? I looked at my uncle again and remembered how I had found my mom. I was barely 10; I had come home from school and saw my mother hanging off the ceiling fan by a rope- her pale face with her lifeless eyes staring back at me- my scream echoing the room.

“Kate! Kate! Snap out of it!” Creg was shaking me. I was screaming out loud? I realized I was shaking on my own also. He untied me from the chair. I need to calm down. I took ragged deep breaths. What’s wrong with me? Stupid childhood memories, remember your training, Emine. It wouldn’t tolerate this kind of childish feeling. Oh my god, am I crying? Creg was cradling me in his lap, trying to calm me down. I bet I look so weak right now. I closed my eyes shut very tightly. I’m too dizzy. A black covered my vision, and I passed out, again.