What had DJ done wrong to deserve the life of a prisoner? What did he say? Basically that he hated everyone? If he said that, which it felt to him like it, it felt terrible.
He woke up from bed at morning. Everyone else had gotten up earlier. DJ wasn't sure whether his two beautiful girls had slept with him the previous night, but he was doubtful due to what he'd said.
He walked outside and sat on the hood of the GMC Yukon XL.
He remembered a time when life wasn't so terrible. Uncle JoJo was a kind of strange cow, but he'd taken DJ somewhere fun when he was little. Every day, fun was the only thing that happened. No one was out to get him. Family was inseperable. Issues never came up. It was all gone. Something has left his family dangling by a very thin string that was bound to break soon, but also possible, but by less to get repaired.
The GMC Yukon XL turned the radio up. It played Open Arms by Journey.
"Thanks, X." said DJ.
Little Miller, now a teenager, walked outside to DJ.
"Dad?" he asked.
"What, Mil?" asked DJ.
"Dad, please..." Little Miller said trying to say something that didn't sound too pushy. "I need you, dad."
"I know, Miller." said DJ. "You and your mother's what keeps me alive."
"What about Sonya?" asked little Miller. "And my brothers and sisters?"
"Yes." said DJ.
"Dad, I know life can be hard-"
"Son, look all around you." said DJ. "Each day is unfairer. You got to try to make the best of it. Unfortunately, my best only brings me punishment."
"Are you telling me to do something you won't even try?" asked little Miller.
"I have." said DJ.
"Dad, can I spend a day with you sometime?" asked little Miller. "Just you?"
"Sure, son." said DJ. "But why don't you go inside? I'm sure your mother needs you right now."
"Okay, dad." said little Miller and got up. "I love you."
"I love you too, son." said DJ.
Meanwhile, Stella watched from the window. Tears ran down her cheeks. What had really been her mission? As far as she knew, it was just to tear a loving family apart. Something she always wanted, but never had. She was now realizing that wouldn't be fair. The boss that she worked for once said that this mission was difficult because it was a supernaturally strong killer. He was not a killer to her. She then had flashbacks of when she was only a little girl.
FLASHBACKS:
"Stella, remember that when you're older, never take pity on a vampire." said the boss.
She'd never been raised properly as he was the only parent she ever knew.
"Vampires have no feelings." said the boss. "They're merciless killers without a soul or conscience."
"Okay, daddy." said Stella. "I won't."
The flashbacks were over.
Everything she'd been taught was a lie.
She flipped her cellphone open and called the boss.
"Hello?"
"Hi, dad." said Stella.
"Sweet, young Stella!" said the boss. "My baby girl! How's the mission s-"
"Why don't you FUCK the mission?" said Stella.
"What?" he said in disbelief.
"You heard what I said." said Stella. "Let me tell you something too. You're the feelingless, merciless, souless, conscienceless killer. DJ has all of what you say vampires don't. If you ever send another assassin out here again, I'll have people put a huge bounty on your head."
She then hang up.
Outside, DJ heard a gun fire.