Why Am I Here? ~ Part Four ~


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Look! I’m not dead. Funny how that works out isn’t it? Anyway, if you don’t know what this is, read the parts below. If you do know what this is… You should probably still read the parts below because I haven’t posted in so long, you’ve probably forgotten. Enjoy!

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

 

“So um, how are we doing this?” I ask, I hand my laptop to Ellis and she rubs her finger tips over the keys. Her thin brows twist together and I stare at them for a second. I blink a couple times and rub my hands through my hair. I shouldn’t have called her. I knew I’d get distracted. I knew I’d start missing her all over again. All though… I never really stopped. I take a sip of the coffee that’s been cold for a while now. It makes me frown, I lick my lips.

“I’ll need to hack the cameras first. Usually a place like this is a easier than a government network but it depends on the place.” She shrugs, “I can do it but only hold it for an hour or so. Which should be plenty of time for you guys. At least I hope so.”

“Should be good,” Legend nods, three cups of coffee sit next to her. All triple shot. She shouldn’t be alive right now. I’m jittery and I’ve only had half a cup. “We can’t let this girl see my face. I’ll grab some stuff from the nearest Walmart for all of us. Just make up and what not. I wish Camo was here…”

“Yea right,” Ellis scoffs, “Camo always made us look really bad. Totally different. But really ugly.”

“Ha! Remember that one time she made me look like a girl,” I shake my head, “That girl is crazy.”

“Oh yea, we had to pretend to be besties and we we’re talking about our boyfriends and…” Ellis trails off, then shakes her head, “We should get to work.”

“Yea,” I murmur. I understand why she trials off. That night didn’t end well. A couple laughs sure. But a whole lot more tears. A couple people in jail. And too many risks. “Go out and get your stuff, Legend. I’ll see what I can find out about the basic locks and what not.”

“Alright,” She waves goodbye, “I’ll just get another coffee to go.”

“It stunts your growth you know!” I call after her.

“Yea well then I can be a gymnast or jockey or something,” She laughs, “See you two in an hour. Meet back here?”

“See you,” Ellis waves slightly. Then goes back to the lap top, all her concentration on it. I wonder for a few seconds if I should say something. I play with the cardboard sleeve on my cup. After a couple minutes Ellis glances up at me. “Thought you were going to check on security?”

“Right. Right,” I nod slowly. my brows furrowing ever so slightly. “I guess I’ll go do that.”

“Be careful,” She mumbles and starts typing again. I walk outside and heave an epic sigh.  My hands tie themselves in my hair and I lick my lips again. She’s been able to get over me. Why can’t I get over her? I walk to the hotel. There’s not much I can check on without looking suspicious. I end up just circling the building for an hour. Reconsidering my whole life. I’m 18 and already have no more future ahead of me. I head back to the coffee stop. Saying a prayer of thanks when I see Legend already there. I would probably make a fool of myself if it was just Ellis and I again.

“Get the stuff?” I ask, Legend holds up a giant bag. “How do you have the money for that?”

“My boyfriend was dating a super model and has a Ferrari, ya think he might just be rich?” She takes a sip of what I assume to be her fifth coffee. “Just used his credit card. He most likely won’t mind.”

“Alright. Well. I guess we go into the bath room and become new people?” Ellis says. Legend and I nod. We sneak into the bathroom and Legend starts with me first. She dies my hair black and makes it look like I have sharper cheek bones and longer lashes. She gives me contacts that change my eyes to green. I don’t look bad. But I do look weird. She dies Ellis hair blonde and changes her eyes to blue. She adds a whole ton of freckles to her cheeks and makes her hair into tight curls. It helps a lot. With her looking different, I can almost convince myself that she’s not Ellis. That she’s some other girl. But then she laughs when she sees herself and I can’t ignore that smile or the small snort she always lets out when she giggles. “I look so ridiculous. Thanks Legend.”

“No problem girl. I think you look hot,” She starts to die her own hair.

“You always say that,” She laughs. “Come on Phoenix, let’s wait outside.”

I follow her. She grabs the laptop and starts to put it in her bag. I just watch her.

“You seriously need to stop staring,” She mutters. Giving my a look.

“Why does it make you uncomfortable?” I scoff, a small smirk creeping onto my lips, “And I wasn’t staring, I was admiring.”

“Oh please,” She rolls her eyes. “There’s nothing to admire.”

“Depends on your perspective,” I shrug. I sit down, grabbing all of Legend’s coffee cups. I stack them then throw them away.

“Phoenix,” She sighs, “I’m not doing this again.”

“Doing what?” I ask, although I know exactly what she’s talking about. “What are you doing?”

“We already did the sappy dating thing once…” She picks at the paint on the arm of the chair. “It didn’t work out. I don’t want to do it again.”

“I wasn’t trying to-” She cuts me off.

“You were still doing it. Let’s just get the job done and we’ll part ways, no broken hearts alright?” She licks her lips and gets up.

“Alright,” I murmur. But I know that’s not going to work. I won’t be able to go any other way unless it was hers.

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~Why Am I Here?~ Part Three~

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Meh sorry, I disappeared. I back now! And with another post! I hope you all like it. If not… Have some free waffles. Compliments to the toaster. 

 

My hands stumble across the key pad on my phone.

“You have her number?” Legend asks, she pops a piece of gum in her mouth. She always chews gum when she’s thinking.

“Of course I have her number,” I snap. She holds her hands up in defense. I type in her number, the one I memorized so long ago. I press call, my breath is shaky. It rings a couple times then she picks up.

“Hey, you’ve reached Ellis Carter,” Her voice is exactly the same. Perky and happy.

“It’s Phoenix,” I say, clearing my throat. Oh she’s going to be so mad, I haven’t called in months. I practically abandoned her.

“Oh…” She takes a deep breath, her voice isn’t as perky but it isn’t angry, “Hi. How are you? Are you in the hositpal or something?”

“Um, not that I know of,”I frown, “Why would you-”

“You just never called,” I suddenly felt my stomach clench with guilt, “So um, everything’s alright?”

“Everything’s fine… I just…” I feel really bad for asking this. I bit my lip and turn in the large hotel room slowly. Everything is white and it makes my head hurt.”I just…”

“You just need my help,” I can almost see her nodding and I can hear her sigh. I frown, now she’s really gonna be mad.

“Alright. Where do you need me?” She says after a couple moneys of silence. I pull the phone away from my ear to stare at it for a second. Is she for real?

“Ellis, you’re amazing,” I scoff with a smile on my face.

“I know, where are you? We need to meet up,” She replies.

“Right, right,” I nod, Legend gives me a thumbs up. “Legend and I are in this fancy hotel thingy… I’ll text you the address.”

“Okay, I’ll pick up coffee too. What do you like?” I cannot believe her. She doesn’t even sound mad that I haven’t called her. And she’s buying coffee. I could marry her.

“Um whatever,” I shrug, “Legend likes a white mocha though.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a bit.” She says, I can hear a car in the background. “Maybe go into the place next door? I doubt you’re dressed to hang around the lobby of a million star hotel.”

“Good point,” I start to walk out. A couple are already staring. We park ourselves in the bookstore next door. I grab book that looks remotely interesting and Legend starts to talk to the cashier about something. She doesn’t really do the whole reading thing, well not optionally anyway. I have to pick out six or seven books before I find the right one, nothing seems all that good at the moment. My brain keeps wandering to the hotel. Maybe I could look it up. Do they have computers I could use here? I look around but I don’t see any.

“Legend!” Ellis comes in, bearing coffee. Legend looks over and grins.

“Hey girl!” She walks over, her heels tapping ever so slightly on the tile. The cashier she was talking to goes back to work. “Get me coffee?”

“Of course, white mocha for you,” Ellis hands her the coffee. I walk up, a small smile on my lips and the book in my hand, “And a iced coffee for,” She hesitates for half a second when she sees me. Then she puts on a glittering smile and hands me the coffee. A bead of water rolls down the side, “You.”

“Thanks,” Legend grins, “It’s good to see you.”

“Yea, we need to hang out when we aren’t stealing things. Well, that’s what I assume we’re doing. I don’t really know, Phoenix didn’t tell me over the phone,” She gives me a pointed look an shrugs.

“Sorry I didn’t want to say it over the phone.” I shrug back and try to smile a little bit more. It’s good to see her. She’s changed quite a bit. Same wild mess of brown hair and same amber eyes but she holds herself with a confidence she never had before. She used to  be a skittish little mouse but now she’s a… a lioness. She reminds me a lot of Legend. Also, she’s wearing makeup. Which is new. A small smudge of mascara is under each eye, like she’s been rubbing them. I can probably guess why.

“You never do,” She mutters, then shakes her head slightly, “Let’s get started, explain.”

“Um, well,” I tell her about the car and the hotel and everything and she nods with furrowed brows.

“Okay, so we just need to smuggle a car out of a highly secured area without anyone seeing our faces?” Ellis asks, “We’ve done harder missions right?”

“I guess,” I shrug, “But we need you to do it.”

“Of course you do, I’m the only one who can hack the cameras. And you can break into the car like you did when we first met and,” Funny story, I’ll tell you about that later, “And Legend can sweet talk her way out in case of any problems.”

“Just like old times,” Legends laughs a little.

“Yea, just like that,” I murmur. Except last time we had a whole time, not just 3 people. Last time we had a whole family helping us out.

Why Am I Here? Part Two

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Hello! I’m back! Sorry I didn’t post last week, I forgot. Go me! Anyway. I have something today, because I love you. 😉 And a cool banner thingy for the short story, which looks pretty cool if I do say so myself. 

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Okay cool. Let’s get on with this post. If you haven’t read the first part,  you should. It’s right… HERE

Part Two:

I’m really starting to get tired of Legend’s music choice. Seriously, not only is it  bad. But its most of the same songs over and over again. She is currently obsessed with some musical that’s newer to broadway and it’s not any better than the old ones. I’m thinking about jumping out of the car.

“Do we have to listen to this?” I huff. She stops her music, as if we can’t talk over it.

“Um yea. And it’s educational. But you wouldn’t know because you-”

“I quit high school,” I say in exaggerated high pitched voice. “I’m just saying, I don’t care much about the founding fathers if its repedative rap song.”

“You’re just going to have to get used to it. And I don’t talk like that,” She crosses her arms and put her feet on the dash. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, she notices. “Oh come on, your car isn’t even that nice.”

“Well it gets worse every time you put your gross feet up there,” I shrug. She rolls her eyes and presses play on the music, turning it up really loud. I pull out the map, driving with my knees. I place my thumb on where we need to go and my other where we are currently. “Oh my gosh we still have another hour.”

“Oh! I know!” She claps her hands and changes the song, “Name it!”

“I don’t know this song,” I sigh.

“Try.”

“No.”

“You suck.”

“So I’ve heard.” I sigh again. “I should be making you drive.”

“Why, so you can turn on some horrible song. No way Hosea.” She crosses her arms. “And you need to at least guess.”

“I will turn this car around,” I roll my eyes. That was a line dad always used as a joke. Legend goes quiet.

“I miss him,” She says quietly.

“Well yea no kidding,” I snort. She turns the music down and curls up in the seat.

“Wake me when we get there.” She yawns.

“Yea okay.” I mutter. I hate the fact that they left us. I hate the fact that I’m 17 and I have to take care of my 21 year old sister when she makes stupid mistakes. I hate the fact that they’re not here to clean up her mess. Because I can’t totally fix the hole in her wall. Only touch up the paint.

An hour later I smack Legend a couple times to wake her up. “We’re here.”

“What…? Oh umm..” She stretches  as I park the car. “It’s pretty here.”

“Yea. Concrete buildings make great mountain replacements.” I nod. I hate the city. Too many people in one spot. Too many buildings in one spot. Too many everything in one spot I climb out of my car and the smell hits me. Of soggy french fries and too many bodies. Like oil stains and dirty birds. I wrinkle my nose. “We’re just getting the car back and then I’m out of here.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” She smiles weakly.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” I grab my bag. It’s full of essentials, lock picks, disguises, that kind of thing. I had told myself I wouldn’t use it again but here I am.  “So, who stole it?”

“Well…” She laughs, rubbing her neck, “My boyfriend’s ex.”

“Of course,” I sling the bag over my back and start walking. She follows. “Who else?”

“She’s like rich and famous or something,” She shrugs, “Probably better than me.”

“I doubt that,” I bump her a little, “You’re hair can’t be beat.”

“Well, that much is true,” She laughs, her green eyes sparkle a little. And I wasn’t lying about her hair. It’s really pretty. Long and naturally wavy, with  volumes and a shade of dark brown. And her clear skin and perfect figure complete the picture. She could probably go into makeup or something. She bumps me back, “You know what I just realized?”

“What?” I smirk a little.

“You have a very nice smile. I’ve never seen it before,” She giggles a little.

“Oh my gosh. I smile a lot. See I’m smiling now,” I laugh with her, “Show me where this girl’s place is. I need to check it out. She’ll probably be well protected. If she’s famous or whatever.”

“Top floor of that building, the whole top floor,” I cuss. She slaps me, “Don’t cuss.”

“Why not?” I frown at her, she’s the one who taught me to. When I was five if I remember correctly.

“I’ve decided its a bad thing and we must only use cuss words if the situation truly calls for it,” She grabs my arm and races towards the building before I can answer. I trip a little and try to stay with her pace. The building is huge. With large glass windows and at leas five guys cleaning them. There’s doormen and red carpets and fancy plants the door way. basically a cesspool of rich people.And it actually might be a good thing that the building is on the top floor. That means the garage is probably  in the basement. Which means she might not hear us taking it and we won’t have to helicopter it down to the ground floor. Of course she probably doesn’t own the whole building so there’s the other people to take into consideration. Before I know it, we’re right in from of the building. Legend walks in. She gives the doorman her sweetest smile. I join her. “Hi, mind letting us in? We’re thinking about moving in here. My boyfriend here are going to get married soon. But he hasn’t proposed yet, isn’t that sad?” 

“You can go in I guess, ” The man says. I’m surprised. I look nothing like something who could  be getting married. I look 14. Legend actually looks her age. He’ll be easy to take care of when we actually steal the car. Legend giggles a little and thanks him and skips inside. I follow her. I stop short when I get into the building. This will be way harder than I thought it would be. Legend seems to be thinking the same thing.

“We need Ellis.” We say at the same time.

~Snippet~

Hey, I’m here. I realized I haven’t posted anything in a really really long time and I feel bad. I just have nothing to post right now, my creative juices are being used in someone else’s smoothie right now. Anyway, I have a snippet from the novel I’m working on and  I thought why not? So I’m sorry if it makes like zero sense but it makes me happy when I read it so, enjoy.

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I take a deep breath as I walk to the locker. Every pair of eyes are on me. Maybe not every pair but enough to make me blush. I’m too old to be here. Too old to be a sophomore. A flipping sophomore. I’m too old. I ignore their gazes and look down at my feet, I just need to get to my locker. And then to my class. And then home. I only have to get to my locker. I stare at my shoes. The red converse Phoenix bought me. The shoes that are my favorite color. They stand out from the black and white but I don’t mind. I’m proud of my outfit today, I didn’t have Camo’s help. I’m wearing a red flannel over a black tank top and a pair of shorts. It’s too cold for shorts I think. But I’m so used to the cold that I wear them, even in the snow.I sling my backpack over my shoulder and decided that the school board should invest on some new flooring. I walk three, four, five more steps and I’m at my locker. My fingers fumble with the lock but it finally opens. I open my backpack and sort through what I need for the next class and what can stay. I glance at the inside of the locker door as I start to close it. My eyes catch on a picture. That’s new. I grab it, it’s a picture. Of me. And Kace. I smile slightly, we’re in the back of a pickup truck. He’s grinning like he has the world and I’m dancing around him, my hair tangled in a flower crown. He’s ten and I’m six, I cock my head in confusion. Who put this here?

“I figured you would want something to make it feel like home,”  A familiar voice murmurs. I don’t even have to turn to remember the voice. I close my locker and find Phoenix wearing a crooked grin.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my heart beating to strange rhythm. I can’t help but grin a little more at him. His russet eyes staring back into my amber ones. His fingers rest on the locker next to mine. Absently mindedly playing with the lock.  

“Well. I was thinking, that a new school is terrifying. And. I technically never finished high school. So I figured, you would need a friend. And that’s who I can be,” He moves a little closer. My eyes drop again, my smile fully fledged. I can’t help but glance up at him again, my cheeks slightly red.

“Well. I’m thinking that, we, as two people,” I pause wondering if I should take the leap, “Are more than just friends?”

“Ah, friends don’t kiss on a regular basis do they?” He asks, dimples appearing. Memories bounce through my head, his lips around mine, my hands in his hair, his fingers on my face, the world absent around us.

“No. I don’t think so,” I shake my head, my hands hugging my books tightly. “But I’m not an expert.”

“Ok, then my proposal changes,” Phoenix grabs the books from my arms and laces his fingers with mine as he turns me to the hall.

“How so?” I arch a brow, as we start walking. I’m suddenly able to look every single student in the eye. I’m somehow not afraid, I’m suddenly ready to take them on.

“Well, maybe I won’t be just your friend. Maybe…” He lowers his head to whisper in my ear, his lips brushing the fly away hairs from my braid. “Maybe I’ll be more.”

“I like that proposal a lot more,” I say with another smile, a different one. A smile of feeling safe. Something I haven’t felt since… since before the cell.

“Me too,” He kisses my hand, very softly. Those lips that had just tickled my ears now leaving my hand tingling.  We continue to walk through the sea of people. Me, 18. Him, 19. Me, sophomore. Him, junior. Both, too old. But just the right age to know we’ll survive.

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Broken~ Part two~

Ok, part two, are you ready? I hope so because then I can write part three, anyway, enjoy! An happy late 4th of July! Happy birthday America!

 

“We have ways of breaking you, you know that right?” The blood man says, out of the corner of his mouth, a drop of blood hangs there. I self consciously wipe my lips, a cut reminds me of it’s presence.

“I’m sure. But I have nothing to offer.”  I try to sound sure of myself. But I know I have everything to hide. I think blood man knows this too.

 

“Oh, I wish that were true.” He says softly. Sitting back in his chair. It’s just a plain metal chair. Nothing special, but something’s off about it. I can’t place it though. “In a minute, the cell will open and you can do anything you want. When that door opens, you will have five minutes to do anything you want.”

 

My mind instantly goes to Cole, check if he’s alright, figure out how to open his cell, run. The cell clicks open. I run to Cole’s side, he sits there. Blood’s everywhere. I grab a tool that I used once to break into a car, yes I know that’s wrong but I only did it once, and apply it to the lock. It clicks open as easily as mine did. I rush to his side, finding the source of blood. His wrist has been bleeding a lot, now it’s just oozing slightly. I rip part of my shirt off and tie it tightly around the wound, hoping that it’ll help. I shake him.

“Cole. Cole. Wake up, I have two minutes. Wake up.” I slap him. His eyes snap open, those golden eyes love so much. His he takes in deep, ragged breaths. “Let’s go, come on Cole.”

 

“I’m sorry Sloan.” He murmurs.

 

“Yea, yea, you said that already.” I mutter, propping him up om my shoulders.

 

“I’m sorry you fell for it.” I drop him, almost on accident. I should’ve known it, gosh darn it, this is all a trick. To see what I cared about most, I should’ve known that they wouldn’t let me walk free. I walk out Cole’s cell and back into mine. I sit down and wait for the minute to be over. The man reappears as soon as my cell clicks closed.

 

“Sorry. I guess that isn’t very nice. But now we know how to get you to talk.” Anger rises is me and I push it down. I won’t talk. No matter what.

 

“Ok, follow me, or something horrible will happen.” He smiles a little and my lip twitches. I suck in a deep breath push open my cell, the same click and yet not as satisfying as last time. I follow him and glare at Cole. “C’mon sweet heart.”

 

We walk down a hall and into a room. A chair and I bunch of medical instruments that look absolutely terrifying. I sit in the chair but he tells me to get out of it. I slowly get out of it, realizing what’s going to happen. He gestures to a place on the wall, two chains for my hands and two chains for my feet. And small silver clips that I can only assume are for my eyes. Blood man quickly claps me in the irons and attaches the clips to my eyelids then pulls them tight, so that I see everything. Already my eyes are watering, tears falling down them. The man walks out of the room and I struggle against the chains, pulling on them, they hold firm. Dang it. My extremely annoying imagination thinks of worse case scenarios. Brainwashing? Or maybe they’ll show my awful horrid things without letting me ever close my eyes, that would suck. I like my sleep. Before I can think of something else, Blood man walks in. With the traitor. With Cole. I know what he’s going to do now. And it’s worse than brainwashing.

 

Cole’s golden eyes stare at me, not even blinking. He’s trying to tell me something. What? What do you want to tell me? He mouths a sentence. Keep it safe. What does that mean? Keep what safe? I scan my memories for anything, secrets that Cole had told me, none come up. I don’t have anything to tell. And if Cole’s apart of this group or whatever, why doesn’t he just tell them everything?

 

“OK Miss Turner, this is how it works; you will tell me everything you know, or I hurt Agent 17, savvy?” The way he says the last word reminds me of Pirate’s of the Caribbean, a movie my dad and I used to watch all the time. I want to cry, thinking of my dad, he died six years ago, shortly after my mom died from having my brother, I was sure the world was out to get me. Now, I’m 100 percent sure that is, but if my brother isn’t dead, then I’ll still have some family. Someone to love. Someone to love me back, that’s family.

 

“Absolutely.” I mutter.

 

“Have anything to say?” He asks. I wish I did. But I don’t have anything to tell. Nothing he would want to know. I shake my head and bite my lip. Wishing I was able to close my eyes as the man walks up to Cole with a slender knife. He makes a small incision in Cole’s tan skin, blood dribbles out. Cole doesn’t even flinch, just stares at me and begs me with his eyes to keep the secret safe. And I guess I will because I don’t know what it is. “You know he’ll eventually die from blood loss right?”

 

I look at the blood that trails down his wrist and think of something the blood man said earlier.

 

“You- You said you wouldn’t kill a good agent.” I say, hopeful.

 

“I said I wouldn’t kill him is he still had purpose. This, this is his purpose now.”

 

“Your lying. You have to be lying.” I whisper.

 

“Try me.” And with that, something unlocks in my brain and I remember.

 

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