I do not own the character Jason McCann, nor Justin Bieber who portrays him.

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I always wondered how my father's life and choices would effect me, his bad choices. His career choices. My father is a hit man, that's right, an assassinator. He gets paid a lot of money, for killing the innocent, or when he is lucky, someone not so innocent. He has no morals, no regrets. Except me. He was careless when he had just started, he wanted to celebrate. So, he found a prostitute, hoping to have a little fun. Well, that prostitute was my mother. I guess he had a little to much fun. He had his fun and left immediately, no trace found.

It took my mother a couple of years after I was born to actually find my father. The bastard gave her a fake name when they first met. I was around five, when I finally met him. And he wasn't to pleased. I remember being forced into a room, a dark room, and then a chorus of yells and bangs. This went for a couple of minutes, until everything silenced with one loud echoing bang, A gun shot. I shrunk into a corner, hoping this was all a dream. And that's where I go blank. I don't know what happens next, nor do I want to.

But when my memories kick back in, I'm in first grade. Me and my father live in California, in an apartment just outside of L.A. He's never home though, only a Spanish lady who cooks and cleans and picks me up from school. And then everything else blurs just like normal, and when the memories come back in, I'm in high school and the Spanish lady tells me that I'm old enough to take care of myself. She leaves me to care for myself, a freshman that has no idea how my life will turn out, or why my dad goes missing for weeks at time. But I do know that I have all A's, in Honors classes, and hopefully a future at Harvard.

And here I am, a junior with several Ivy League schools courting me with scholarships, and a 30 on my ACT score. I was a "genius" according to my guidance counselor at school, her "prize student". Even though I had it all in the category of smarts, and a rather bright future, I had absolutely nothing in the social category. My only friends where the people who talk to me only because we are in the same club. Other then that, I'm on my own.

Except when my father comes home. I've gotten used to being alone, so much that it's rather awkward when he comes home. He just sleeps. ALL DAY. I cook him breakfast and leave it outside his door. When I return from school, the dish is empty and waiting for me to clean it. The only time I see him is when he watches TV. And he barely talks to me then.

"How was your day?" I would ask from across the couch, just trying to be formal.

"Fine." He'd say after a long pause, his eyes never leaving the TV, "Yours?"

"Pretty good, Harvard sent me my second letter." He would nod once in response. "How's work?"

His body would tense, and he'd turn to me with his nearly black eyes, "It's best if you don't know." I would nod in response. And that be the end of our conversation until he left again.

When he left he always had a gift for me waiting on the kitchen counter. Last month it was Mac computer, this month it's an iPhone 4. It made feel like he actually cared, or he just felt bad that I was loner. Like him.

I grabbed the iPhone and ripped it open, my face monotone. "Do you like it?" a voice said from behind me.

I screamed and jumped over the counter, gabbing a pan as I did so. I held the pan like a baseball bat until I realized it was my father.

"I've taught you well." He said, a small smile. The first smile I've ever seen his give.

I glared at him, "You've taught me nothing."

He sighed, "this iPhone is to keep in touch with me." I raised an eyebrow at him, "Your going to help me with something."

"How do you even know I want to help?" I said putting a hand on my hip and twirling the pan in my hand.

He gave a cold glare that made me think of hell, "Your going to help. Even I don't have control over he chooses."

"Who?"

He shook his head, obviously he said to much, "You'll receive two texts each week. One from me, and the other from Boss."

"Who?"

He glared, "They will have your assignments and you will complete them."

"What if I don't?"

"I have no control over what will happen to you."

I started to panic, "I don't want any part of this."

He sighed and rubbed his neck, "You've known to much since you where five, it was inevitable as to what would happen."

"What's going to happen?"

"Your being tapped into the league. Your going to become either an assassin or agent. Your choice."

"I choose not to join!" tears were staring to form and I felt my stomach churned. I am not a killer.

"You have no choice. You know to much, either your join, or die."

The tears started to fall, "So your just going to let your daughter die? I was going to Harvard! Become a lawyer! Move to New York!"

He put on his aviators, and hat, "Not anymore. You'll receive a text in the next 24 hours. Read it. Memorize it. Delete it. And proceed with the mission." And with that, he left.

I ran to my room, stripping while I did so, I ran a cold shower and stepped in. I was about to faint, and I felt the urge to throw up.

Everything I had worked for, going down the drain.

I didn't fall asleep that night. I stared at my iPhone, waiting for a message. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that it was just my father showing his humorous side, that this was just a practical joke. But the rest of my mind knew that he wouldn't play around. He never has, and never will.

I woken with a loud buzz, and a chorus chirping of bells. Sleep had just took me only minutes ago. I was about to roll over and fall back asleep. That is, until I realized what the ring was. I froze and listened to the ring until it stopped, leaving the room with an eerie silence. After a moment, I reached for the table, retrieving what determined my future.

I unlocked the screen with a slide of my finger, and hit 'Read Message', my heart thumping against my rib cage:

Go to school, maintain your regular schedule. Do not act any different than the day before. You will receive a package in your car after the final bell. Do not open until you have returned to your apartment. Open it and reply to this message with the word "Received". Delete this message immediately. -Boss

I read several more times, imprinting it into my mind. I jot down the number and stuffed into my journal, and under my bed. I deleted the message, and got ready for school. Just like any other day. Besides the fact that I was as pale as a ghost.

I was doing just like the message told me, I was acting normal. And no one knew any different. Everything was going great, until last period.

"Adrienne?"

I froze, no one talks to me, so who the hell was this? I did the obvious. I didn't reply.

"Hello?" the voice sounded annoyed. I took a deep breath, Do not act any different than the day before, the text repeated itself in my head.

"Yes?" I slowly turned around in my desk to the voice behind me, it belonged to a guy around my age with a mop style hair, perfectly placed, and naturally perfect skin. His lips where a rosebud pink, and where full. His eyes where a hypnotizing hazel, his body a lean with muscles.

"I'm Jason. May I sit here?" the politeness was forced. I could tell. His eyes where harsh, and his grin was fake.

"Sure." I replied in a small voice, I turned back around and pretended to be interest in my AP Biology book.

"Your in 11th grade right?"

I nodded.

"What's your last name?" I ignored him. Maybe this was a challenge, to see if I could handle my new job. What if I failed? Would they make 'Jason' kill me? Was he and agent, or an assassin? I heard him scoot his desk closer, pressuring me to answer. He was about to say something else, but the teacher walked in.

"I see we have a new student?" she said, switching on the projector. "Last name?"

"McCann."

She nodded, and wrote on her attendance records, "We sit in alphabetical order in this class Mr. McCann. Please take a seat behind Stacy Marks."

He didn't protest, he grabbed his backpack, and walked to his new desk. But not before slipping a piece of paper onto my desk. I silently thanked the God up there for my last name being Welsh as he walked to the front of the classroom. I waited until he was seated to open the note:

You won't be able to avoid me forever. I know who your daddy is.

I shuttered, I had a strong feeling that he doesn't work with Boss.

When class ended I ran out of the room, I looked back to make sure that Jason wasn't following me. He wasn't, I breathed a sigh of relief, and began on my way again. I was shaking off my nerves when I ran into someone. I mumbled a quick apology, and tried to walk around them. But they wouldn't move. I was about to make a smart remark, but froze in place. I stared at the person's purple shoes. Knowing exactly who they belonged to.

"Just leave me alone." I whispered.

"Baby," he cooed, placing my hair behind me ear, "You know I can't do that."

I shuttered in fear. I was to start crying and give up. But adrenaline kicked in, I was not about to let my father down. I looked up into his eyes, gave the most genuine-fake smile I could, and kneed him where it hurt the most. I bent down to his writhing body, "You will if you know what's best." I whispered in his ear. I gave him a sweet smile. The halls where empty now. No one witnessed what I had just done.

"You Bitch!" he screamed as I began to walk away. He was on his hands and knees attempting to get up. I spun on my heel, dropped my things, and began a running start. I kicked him in his side as hard as my leg would allow. He yelled in pain and curled up into a ball. I frozen for a moment, did I just do that? My eyes welled up, I've never done anything like that before. I grabbed my bags and books I had dropped, and ran away. I steadily looked behind me, he just laid there, grabbing his side. I looked back once more, before I ran out the door. Jason was on his feet, he spit out blood, and gave me a death look.

I bit back my sob, and ran to my car.

Just like the message said, there was a box in my passenger sheet. I ignored it and shoved my key into the ignition. I put it in reverse, and looked up to see Jason running out of the building. I screamed, whipped out of the parking space, put it in drive, and booked it out of the parking lot. Not once looking back.

I grabbed the package after I had parked into our gated apartment complex. I stuffed it into my bag, and ran into the building. Looking back for no reason, I knew no one else could get in unless they had a 'Residence Card' to swipe at the gate. I ran up the stairs to my apartment, and locked the door behind me. I slumped against and took a breathe, replaying the past few minutes events. After I was done, I started sobbing. Asking why me? And all those other self pity questions.

I ended the pity party when my iPhone buzzed in my pocket. I straightened up, and gathered myself together. I retrieved the package from my bag, and walked to the bathroom, getting a knife from the holder as I did. I closed and locked the door, before pulling out the phone. Unlocking it, I read the message:

I assume you've completed your mission? The contact read 'Father', he had preset his caller I.D.

Opening package now.I quickly replied.

Do not keep Boss waiting. He was pissed.

I set the box down, and fell to my knees next to it. I quickly sliced the box open, and moved around the packing peanuts. I hit something cold, and scrambled back away from the box hyperventilating. Packed inside with the peanuts was a hand gun. My hand gun.

My iPhone buzzed beside me, I glanced down still distraught and it was an unknown number. I shakily slide my finger across the screen.

Watch your back, Bitch. -Jason How in the hell did he get my number?

I pushed that thought at the back of mind and hit compose message, Received. I typed and sent it to Boss.

Only second later did he reply, Good work. Proceed to read the note tapped to the gift. Gift? This man was crazy! This was in no way a gift! My phone buzzed, showing a new message from him, It would be in you and father's best interest if you do not die. Delete these messages.

He thinks I'm going to die?

I didn't know what to do. And the only person I could turn to, ironically, was my father.

"What Adrienne?" He mumbled after two rings.

"What do I do?" I sobbed into the phone.

"Breathe. Have you read the note?"

"No." I sobbed out again.

"Compose yourself!" He yelled, he was pissed at me, "Read the note. Do not fail me Adrienne." He hung up.

I was a basket case, and all he could think of was his little title. I breathed in a shaky breath, and ripped off the note quickly. Trying to come into as little contact as I could with the cold metal of the gun.

What the note read, shook me to my core.