It had been two years, two very long years. I never thought I'd ever have to see him again. I had left all the past about my old life back when I had left Indiana. My brothers insisted on coming with me although I tried very hard to convince them not to. I remember the argument we had like we had it yesterday.
"I'm seventeen and I'm going to be with the Feds, like twenty-four hours a day. What else do you want?" I raised my hand in protest trying to emphasize my point.
"Jess, the Feds haven't exactly been your best friend all your life, have they?" Douglas, my older brother said in a matter of factly voice.
"Yeah, and what has made you think I'm going to leave my kid sister with the people who once tried to kill her?" Mike, my other brother said.
"Yeah, and if you took some time out of spying at Claire Lippman you would know that they didn't try to kill me but held me against my will." I said sarcastically. Seriously, sometimes I think my family is totally out of it. They know nothing about my life. Maybe that's the reason why instead of going to cheerleading practice I was stuck in detention most of my high school years.
Mr. Goodhart always told me that I have matters but I think that most of these matters were related to the behavior of my family. Its not that I blame them for all of the problems I have. As a matter of fact they're the victims of my crimes.
My poor mother whose always-wanted nothing but a normal family has to face a scizopactic (A.N: Sorry about the spelling, if you know it then tell me) son, a son who is crazy enough to leave Harvard in order to live closer to the love of his life while she finishes high school and a daughter who is a psychic and who fell in love with a non-college bound guy who is on probation for something she doesn't no of.
"Whatever, same thing." Mike mumbled turning redder by the minute. It's funny how he still blushes when he hears Claire's name. It's cute. Although they have been going out for three years now.
"But…" I started to say.
"No buts, we are coming and so are Tasha and Claire, if they want to come that is." Which figures as the two couples are absolutely inseparable. I doubted that Mike and Doug would be so keen to leave their ladyloves behind for their kid sister.
"But…" I said again.
"Now stop arguing and go call Jill and tell her our plans. We're going to Tajikistan" And that was that. The next moment I remember I was sitting on a plane flying to Tajikistan. Its not that I cared, I was actually relieved that it was they and not Mom or Dad.
The funniest part is that out of the entire place in the world I had to get transferred to Tajikistan, which is a funny name if you think about it. Taj-ek-is-tan. Doug pronounces it like Taj-I-kis-tan. He stretches the 'I'. If you follow the spelling then it would be Taj-ik-is-tan. I can thing of many more ways to pronounce it too.
I remember studying about it in Indian History with Sissy. I know it was a stupid thing to take but I heard that the exam was very easy and I'm glad I took it because I had enough knowledge about it to prevent myself from being labeled as a loser. Not that I cared.
Another surprising thing was that Claire and Tasha refused to come with us. My brothers took it coolly but I could tell that they were really hurt. They actually thought that they would come along with us. But they got over it pretty soon. Especially when they found out that they would not break up. They came almost every week.
Okay, maybe not every week. Every month.
Okay, fine once in a few months. But the point was that they didn't break up.
Then life was pretty easy I finished high school and did a part time job with the Fed helping them to find missing criminal. But the plus point was that I had a full right to deny giving them any information when I doubted those men guilty. Then when I got home I had a loving family to look forward to. Well, maybe not loving but a family all the same.
It was pretty exciting. I mean the work that I did. I got to chase criminals. Well, maybe not the actual chasing but I got to help save many innocent lives. I was famous. I was popular. I had to learn how to speak many languages, but it was fun. I had many enemies. It was wicked that I had many murderers on my back wanting revenge for giving their leader to the FBI.
Everything was smooth sailing after that until just two days ago when I got a call from the Indianapolis police saying that I was needed back in Indiana. I was shocked and hesitant. I wasn't afraid to go back and see him (If you must know, his name was Rob) but it was what the man on the phone said that scared me, "Your father is severely ill. He may not survive."