Cigarettes And Painful Memories

Slow down - The 5:55

Disclaimer: mature content (not for kids).

I shivered in cold as I stood in front of the dumpster, waiting for Finneas. I had been standing here for 30 minutes plus and I was beginning to feel like I was ditched. Leroy didn't take it lightly when I told him everything. It had taken lots of pleads for him not to confront Finneas. He was also so close to calling the cops on him.

I checked my phone and and sighed. 1:45AM. I had fought with another girl tonight and I won but was still sore. I swear to the fucking creator of cute chipmunks I'll leave this place. Here wasn't safe either.

"I never thought you'd still be here." I heard his voice and I flinched. I turned around to see him in a hoodie jacket and button up shirt and jeans. He had a high top shoe on and head warmer.

"I never thought you were the type of person that never keeps to time." I said in anger. He looked like he didn't care I was here for long. He had a bag of chips in his hand and a goofy smile.

"Sorry, I got caught up with something," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"You look pretty," he complimented and I blushed. I had a long sleeved sweater on and jeans. I had paired my outfit with a sneaker and my hair was combed down.

"Why thank you." I said trying to act casual.

"C'mon I'll take you somewhere," he said and I followed him.

"You eaten?" He asked and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Yes." I lied and he nodded we walked pass the street. Soon, the places we passed were getting lonely and deserted and I clutched my sweater tight.

"You're not planning on killing me right?" I joked and he chuckled and stopped in front of an old abandoned park.

"How'd you find this place?" I asked and he shrugged and got inside. The crisp air got colder and I gritted my teeth and held myself colder.

"I'm sorry. This is the only place I know we can have peace," he said and I nodded, pretending like I wasn't cold. I glanced at him and noticed he shivered a little. If he too was cold then why would he choose it?

We found a neat wooden chair and we both sat down, facing each other.

"So..." I trailed off and he smiled, that fucking dimples skyrocketing my heart.

"First, I'd like to know why you ignored me all day," he demanded and my eyes widened.

"Psst. I wasn't." I laughed and he blank faced me making me to roll my eyes

"Whatever," he said and sighed.

"Where do I start? I'm not much of a talker," he said and I shrugged.

"This shit happened right in front of me at age 15," he said and I sat closer, curious.

"My parents were part of the FBI in Washington. Solving crimes and saving lives shit. Isobel came home with Noah from college for thanksgiving dinner. She and Noah had been dating from highschool and got admitted in the same college University of Glasgow," he stopped and took out a cigarette from his pocket. I frowned at the whiff of smoke and somehow, that warmed me a little.

"Does that mean you're not from here?" I asked and he nodded. He was an American. Tottaly cool.

"So my mom cooked and we ate and joked around. Then we heard a bang and men came into the house, surrounding us. Apparently, they belonged to a mafia and came to revenge dad and mom 'cause they killed half of their men," he said, his voice breaking and my heart ached.

"Mom and dad where totured in front of us. They cut all of dad's fingers, and raped mom right in front of us," he said and a tear slid down his cheek but he cleaned it off.

"They raped mom in front of dad and killed her. Then they cut his head off. They played games with us. They gave us few minutes to run before they chased us. Noah used his car to drive us far away. Then we stayed in his place for a week. We got information that our house was burned down. We were given the money from dad's will and that's what we used to survive," he said and inhaled the smoke. I got lost in my thoughts and started to put things together.

"The man you killed was one of the mafia. You're killing all of them." I whispered and he nodded.

"We won't stop until we get their leader. The government couldn't do anything about their death. They covered it up with a lie that they died in a fire accident. That's why we took matters in our own hands. Those same fuckers still kill people and we're the only ones that can kill them," he said.

"So where do I come in?" I asked.

"Isobel thinks you're strong enough to join us. I think it's really stupid because you've got a life ahead of you and you don't need to stain it," he said and I rolled my eyes. For once I could do something useful with my ugliness.

"I'll be happy to join." I told him and he looked at me.

"Are you sure you want that?" He asked and I nodded. He nodded too.

"So why'd you join the wrestling club?" He asked and my heart raced.

"I need the money to take care of my father and I." I told him and he raised an eyebrow.

"What's your story?" He asked and I smiled. I had a feeling Finneas and I would be good friends.

"My mom is dead. And her family rejected Jack and I 'cause I'm adopted and he's autistic. They never really liked us. They never wanted her to marry Jack but she loved him so much and disobeyed. Then she found me on the floor in her garden and made me her child. They hated me because of my look and distanced themselves from us. When she died, they took everything and sent us out of the mansion." I told him and I saw a flash of pity through his eyes.

"How did she die?" He asked and I looked straight ahead in guilt and anger.

"I killed her." I whispered and his jaw dropped

"Can I go home now? I don't feel comfortable sharing this." I told him and he nodded.

"I'll walk you home."

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