Lies and Secrets: Chapter 13
I went into attack mode; I was ready for this. I trained my whole life for this. I am a spy. But what I expected didn't happen. The opposite did, actually. Zach's mother, petted my cheek, and then slapped me.
I've never felt so much hate for someone like I did then. I took the gun in her hand, ripping it out of her grip, and pointed it to her head. "You killed my father." It was a statement. It was the truth.
"Like I told you before, I can take you to him." Memories were coming back. And one hit me straight in the face.
"Yeah. His grave." My finger was on the trigger. "Go to hell." Zach didn't yell for me to stop, no one did; so I did it. I killed the person who's been haunting my "sweet dreams." She fell onto the ground, dead. I killed the leader of the Circle.
That meant they would want to kill me.
They were going to get me.
"What did you do?" yelled a COC agent, pushing me to the ground. Zach took care of him, but what surprised me the most was that they were all running away, not knowing what to do without their leader. Like chickens with their heads chopped off.
I was still holding the gun. The body was still in front of me. Everything was blurry; I didn't know who I was anymore. I killed someone. And it felt awful, yet so right.
"I killed your mother." I stated. There was no other way to say it.
Zach grabbed my hand. "I wanted her to die."
I threw the gun at the wall. Memories flooded my mind, taking over. I was so dizzy, I couldn't stand up straight. Last thing I remembered, was hitting the floor with a loud thud.
Zach wasn't there for me when I needed him the most. When I was trying to get over the fact that I killed someone, and that I was going to be the most wanted person in the world. The COC wanted me dead. They wouldn't have a second thought about putting that gun to my head. Not like before.
I looked for him. And looked. I found him with the pigeons.
"Hey Gallagher Girl," He greeted me before I had a chance to say anything. His back was still facing me.
"I killed someone." Zach turned around, his eyes sympathetic. "I don't know what to do anymore…"
Zach held his arms out. "Come here."
There was no time for such things like relationships in this business. It just doesn't work out. It didn't work out for my mom and dad. But we were going to make it work. We had to.
I lay in his arms, a tear sliding down my face. We didn't say anything. We didn't need to. He held me tight, not letting me go. It was all I really needed. It was all I ever needed.
"It's not fair," He knew not to interrupt me. "It's not fair that we have to kill people so heartlessly." I looked to him. "How old were you?"
Zach sighed heavily. "We're trained to kill. I don't… I…" He smoothed my hair out. "I don't know."
"You don't know? You have to. You know everything I don't."
He chuckled. "Well then, I guess you have to learn."
Zach kissed my temple, getting up to leave. "Zach?" He turned.
"Yeah, Gallagher Girl?"
"You were ten."
He just gave me a weird look and left, without another word.