Secrets of the Assassin Revealed 14

                                    

                                          
its short but my mom won't stop pestering me about homework that i already did
                          
Things just got weird after that. We went to another place. We got new names. We created a new life story. We checked into another hotel in another city. We went to Mexico. We made sure to bring lots of cash with us. You could bribe the cops here. Its not something that a country wants on its reputation, but it came in handy for people like us that spit on the law, yet we were protected by the law. We just had to call the President to fix our criminal record or lend us a couple billion. This world made no sense but some had to suffer while others thrived.
                          
There was a tight cold knot in th pit of my stomach.
                          
We went to the adress the guy texted us.
                          
We met him in a house. The freaking house was really fancy. He lead us to the living room and we all sat in leather couces. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace and animal heads hanging on all the walls. The table was intracitly carned of wood so dark it was almost invisible in the dim lighting.
                          
A person came and gave us refreshment-if you can call snails and crackers refreshements-and then we got to buisnness. The guy had known my dad and he also knew that I was his daughter and that I had run away.
                          
 Dad had killed his own parents. He wasn't from America but he had a deep seated hate for it and the guy suspected that it had never trully faded away. Dad's first wife-my mom- was stil alive but he'd thrown her in an asylum after a fight about me. He'd remarried a few time's but he'd never really settled down with anyone. Apparently thats how most marriges with our kind ended. One parent go the kid, and the other was just never mentioned.  If the parents lived together someone was going to end up dead, or at least really injured. I should have listened more to his lecture on Assassin families but i didn't.
                          
Then came the bomb that I didn't see comming. I had a brother. Not a step brother. Not a half brother. An actual brother. Same mom. Same dad. He just didn't know what he'd done with that kid. He'd let me live, but what about my brother?
                          
My gut twisted so badly the knot chocked me. Why? Why? Why? He'd thrown mom in an asylum. He'd tried to kill me. Had he killed my brother? Why now? Why not when I was just a baby? Why? Why? Why had he broken up with mom?
                          
Why?
                          
Why?
                          
Why?
                          
Where was my mother?
                          
Where was my brother?
                          
Where was my dad?
                          
Had dad raised my brother in secret?
                          
Had he thrown my brother in an asylum as well?
                          
Where was my brother?
                          
Did he know he had a sister?
                          
Why had dad done this?
                          
Why did he choose now?
                          
Was this a game to him?
                          
Or was there something I wasn't catching?
                          
How many secrets was dad hiding from me?
                          
Did I even want to know the truth?
                          
My phone buzzed. It was from a number I didn't know. The blood left my face when I read the text.
                          
He doesn't know that I know about you. Its me. James-okay well, that my name right now-but I'm your brother. He was tracking one of your old phones. I found you then deleted the trail. Your too easy to find. Trace the text so you'll knw where he is but don't look his identity up. The page is bugged so he'll know where you are the second you get there. 
                          
That solved two of my questions. I had a brother. He knew about me. He'd found me and deleted my trail. But why had It taken him so long? Or did he find out recently, like me? Well, at least I had a way to find him. That made it easier.
                          
We moved again because my dad was moving here next. According to my brother. For some reason I didn't tell Gentry and Diego about it. I kept that one to myself. I don't know why I did. This just seemed like something I wasn't suppoed to tell them. They were willing to die to protect me from my dad and I didn't trust them with the secret of my brother? What the hell was wrong with me?
                          
I told them a week later.
                          
"I knew he had to be hiding more than just your mom...." Diego sad darkly.
                          
"That.....That....." Gentry struggled to find the proper word for my dad. News flash! It hasn't been invented yet.
                          
We moved agian. We moved to Hawaii just for the heck of it. Diego learned how to surft while Diego and I hit the waves instantly. It was fun to just soak up the sun, just dance, surf, and be idoits. Not a care in the world. To just forget fo a few days that my dad was an assassin that wanted us dead. It felt good to just let go.
                          
It ended too soon. The next day mom was on the news. She'd been found and was being taken but to the asylum. They showed a video of her in a straightjacket kicking and screaming as they dragged her into the van with the padded insides and threw her in, locking her in. I told my brother. I don't know why I did. I just did. I needed at least one family member I could trust. He kept me updated as to where my dad was when he could. Like with me, dad sometimes left him alone and he didn't know when dad would be back either.
                          
This was getting out of hand.
                          
My brother cut contact with me becase dad came back after about a month and we both knew that we'd all be in for trouble if he found out. Well, we didn't know for sure, but we all agreed that dad shouldn't find out about this. It was the only trump card he had.
                          
I knew dad. I knew that there was a chance he was hiding something else. But the secret I didn't know was the one that was going to rip what was left of my world to shreds. The secret that I didn't know yet. The secret that my mom didn't see comming. The secret that not even my brother knew about.  The secret that none of us saw comming.
                          
We knew that asylum my mom was in. What were we supposed to do about it? We went there for no reason. A few other teens where there.
                          
"Did you parents all send you?" A nurse asked.
                          
"Yeah, they said if we didn't behave we'd end up here."
                          
"Wait what?"
                          
"My parents are assassins. They said they'd send me here if i misbehaived."
                          
I knew parents grounded thier kids but sending your kids to an asylum just because they misbehaived? Then again......I thought back to once when I was like fourteen and I pissed my dad off really bad. out. The memory came crashing back into my head. The fear as his expression became dark. The horror as he lunged at me. The desperation as i tried to runaway. The pointless struggle as he tied me up. The blow to the liver that nearly knocked me out so that he could gag me witout getting bitten. The tight ropes he used to bind my ankles. My wrists.My knees. The fear as I saw the casket. The fear that exploded in my chest as my heart tried to hammer its way out of my chest....
                          
end of flashback, thats the end of this chapter, sorry.