One Mistake & No Survivors
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.
Chapter Five
Set Me Free
One Year Ago, Erika's POV
Amanda comes out of the room, looking fine. I take a deep breathe and enter the room, not even making eye contact with Agent Mason. I just want to get on the plane that will take Amanda and me to Las Vegas. There, I'm going to crawl into a bed and just cry myself to sleep.
Agent Mason hits the recorder, and he hasn't even placed his hand back at his side when I begin speaking.
"Erika Annabelle-Marie Castriel, February 11th, sixteen years old." I don't even have the strength anymore to make full sentences. "On December 14th, Elena, Amanda, me, and Kameryn were assigned to protect Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, and Logan Mitchell, four boys from Minnesota who make up the hit boy band Big Time Rush. From December 15th to the 31st, the four us protected the four boys from Charles West and five girls from St. Morris's who turned out to be traitors. We succeed in protecting Big Time Rush, along with the capture of Charles West."
"Tell me about what happened between you and Carlos Garcia."
"Over the course of the mission, Carlos Garcia and I began a romantic relationship."
"Do you have any plans on resuming this relationship with Mr. Garcia?"
"Agent Mason." I begin, letting out a soft, silent sigh. "Carlos Garcia is just another name to me, and for the rest of my life, that is all he will ever be."
Present Day
I toss and turn in my bed. Amanda is passed out, something that I'm amazed she can do after all we have seen and done. Silently, I slip out of my bed and step onto the balcony of our hotel room, shutting the glass doors behind.
The night chill greets me. The concrete of the balcony is cold against my feet, sending shivers up and down my spine. I sit in a chair, watching the city lights of Miami brighten up the night sky. I remember back to my nights at St. Morris, when I watched the New York lights brighten up the city that never sleeps. But, Miami is no New York.
Ever since we left the guys a year ago, I've never been able to sleep. And now, in two days, on December 31st will be the anniversary of when we just left them, when we all needed each other the most.
For spies, it's easy to move on from certain things. For me, it was easy to move on from the fact that my mother will never tell me who my father is. But for me to move on from Carlos Garcia is a whole different story.
I was lucky when Elena, Amanda, Kameryn and I went our separate ways, I was able to go with Amanda, something I was grateful for. If Amanda and I didn't partner up, we probably would have collapsed due to insanity. Yet, I'm still on the verge of collapsing due my insomia.
I dial in the number on my cell phone and place it to my ear, my hands shaking.
"Hello?" Carlos's voice says.
I remain silent. I shut my eyes, taking in hearing his sweet voice. "Hello, is anybody there?" Carlos asks. A tear slides out from under my closed lids.
"Hello? If anybody is there, please say something."
I shut the phone and throw it over the side of the balcony, listening to the metal break against the ground below. That's the fifth phone I have broke in the past year, and all because I keep dialing his stupid number, just to hear his voice. Amanda doesn't call James. In fact, she doesn't even think about it. I'm not sure about Elena and Kameryn; Amanda and I have had no contact with the two since last December. Whether it should stay that way, I'm unsure.
"What are you doing up?" I hear Amanda say behind me. She sits in chair next to me. "I hear a small crash. Break another phone?"
I nod my head and Amanda sighs. "You have to let go of Carlos, Erika. You can't keep doing this. I let go of James a long time of go. It's time you do the same."
"And how do I do that?" I snap. "Let go of one of the one people who I actually loved for the first time in a long time? Tell me exactly how I am supposed to let go of someone who actually reminded me that I'm a human being, not a product of the government!"
"Nobody is stopping you from leaving our world. You didn't even have to enter it in the first place."
"I didn't have a choice. I was born into the spy world, and I'm going to die in it too."
Amanda stands up. "There's only one person who can set free you, and only you know who it is. I can't tell you."
Amanda goes back inside and I let out a long sigh, leaning my head back and staring up at the night sky, for what seems like hours, but may have only been a few minutes. Time means nothing to me anymore.
Silently slipping back into the, I see Amanda has drifted back into slumber. I grabbed my unpacked suitcase and run out of the room. I run through the empty streets and to the nearby airport. I buy a ticket, which nobody questions why, and wait for my plane. I board it forty eight minutes later and take my seat, my heart pounding in my chest."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats and buckle up. We will begin our flight to Los Angeles in a few minutes."