Bitter Affection, Faith Harper, CrystalShane 101 [grave mercy .TXT] 📗

New Beginnings

Chapter 1

 

Working in the CIA was a part of me that stuck like a piece of gum. Everytime you try to walk away it just keeps following you.

 

You know that one cousin that keeps asking you do you have games on your phone? Well, I don't know because I don't have a cousin. Not one that I know of.

 

I never knew my parents. They kicked me to the f*cking curb. Literally.

 

The police found me and I was soon bouncing from orphanage to orphanage until a family accepted me at the age of 6.

 

I shouldn't say family, it was more of a 30 year old man. He had no wife, no children, not even a house. That's a story for later.

 

The man wasn't the weirdest thing. It was where he drove me.

 

Next thing I knew, I was put in front of a punching bag with another man yelling orders at me.

 

"Hit the damn thing!"

 

"Come on you p*ssy!"

 

"Stop acting like a f*cking girl!"

 

I was only 6, so I was confused. Before I knew it, my tiny fist were punching the bag and beads of sweat were rolling down my face.

 

The man was still yelling orders in my ear. But I didn't pay attention to them. In my mind, I saw flashing images of how my birth parents would have looked.

 

Me on my father's shoulders, my mom cooking in the kitchen. All of us having smiles on our faces.

That's not real.

 

I grew up to fast. I never had friends. Nobody to talk to. It's been my mind and I for a long time. We are inseparable.

 

I've learned from my time in the CIA that nothing changes. That once your somewhere, you'll never get away. I've accepted that I'm never getting away.

 

"It's your lucky day. Your going to high school," Paul said with a smile on his face.

Oh sh*t.

 

 

New book guys! Hope you liked this first chapter!

-CrystalShane101

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 

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"Pourquoi maintenant?" I couldn't form English because of how mad I was. Well, I wasn't really mad. I was nervous.

 

I have never left this compound since the day they dropped me here. The only time they let me outside was to run. I've never communicated with an actually teenager or person my age ever.

 

"Pourquoi pas? Vous avez besoin de faire des amis autres que moi," he smirked.

 

I rolled my eyes at him and got up from my chair. He was sitting comfortably in his luxurious chair behind his desk. I just wanted to smack that smirk right of his face.

 

I huffed and paced the room. "I'm not going," I told him with my own sarcastic smile on my face. He chuckled and took a folder out of one of his drawers. Paul placed it on his desk and folded his hands on top of it.

 

He just continued to smile at me. That sadist.

 

"This case is very...interesting," he started. "I thought you would be perfect."

 

I was standing by the door now and I snuck a peek at the file. Evidence was written on the top with big, red bold letters. 

 

Maybe it would be nice to have some friends. To have someone to tell secrets to instead of the smiling sadist in front of me. I could have a boyfriend. Like in those teen movies, he would be caring, protective, sexy- NO! Snap out of it Celia. you are not supposed to be vulnerable. You aren't supposed to take sh*t for other people. You are supposed to be strong. Have a straight face all the time. Show no emotion. But I could lose my- NO! I shook out of my thoughts and looked back at the 30 year old man who thinks he is forever 21.

 

"I'm guessing you are interested," his smile grew making him look like  Cheshire Cat. I sighed and crossed my arms. "Come and take a seat in my lair," hesitantly, I sat back down in the chair I was sitting in just moments ago. "Good girl."

 

"Woof," I almost punched him in the face. Paul and I have this very rare love hate relationship. We've had that ever since I've gotten here. When nobody wanted me.

 

He opened the folder and turned it around, so it was facing me. "There are several girls missing. As far as we know, it's only girls missing at one high school in particular. Etson Academy."

 

The first picture I see is of a girl laying on a bus stop bench. She didn't have anything on except a t-shirt that was now at her stomach and she had no underwear on. She had sunglasses covering her eyes. Her face had no sign of life. 924 was written tiny on her neck just behind her ear. She was abandoned. I know how that feels. Her blonde hair had dirt and leaves in it. How long has she been there?

 

"Who's that?" I asked Paul in the middle of him explaining the case. He leaned over the desk and sat back down in his chair.

 

"Kayla Celeste. She was found 4 weeks ago," he said. "She's alive. The doctors said that she must have been there for a week. If she was there longer, she would be dead," he sat up in his chair. 

 

"Who found her?" I curiously asked not making eye contact with him instead keep looking at the picture.

 

"That's what you have to find out," he was smiling now. I rolled my eyes.

 

"The doctors found a drug in her system. Scopolamine, also known as devil's breath," his voice was low on the last part.

 

"So, what are the drug's effects?" I asked, now looking at him.

 

"After a person takes it, they no longer have control over their actions," he stated.

 

"Do you know who gave her the drug or left her on that bench?" I asked. 

 

"Nope. That's when you come in," his smirk was back. I forgot that I was on this case. Damn.

 

"What do I have to do?" I gave in. "Oh, the tough is finally cooperating," he said.

 

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and put my feet criss-crossed on his desk. He immediately pushed my feet of his desk.

 

"I forgot you were raised in a barn," he joked while wiping off his desk where my feet were. I just glared at him. Of course, him being a sadist, he smiled. Again.

 

"You will go to Etson High and see how this drug is being passed around," he finally said. "You expect me to make friends," I laughed, "just like that," I snapped my fingers. I laughed even harder.

 

"Your right, you are too naive," he said. I stopped laughing. "Va au diable," I scolded him. Again, he laughed.

 

"You know I have been in this hell hole ever since I was six right. How am I supposed to communicate with teenagers when I've been hanging out with a wannabe one?" I couldn't help, but smirk at my joke.

 

"Ha ha," Paul scolded. "Just be cool, don't hurt anybody, badly," he laughed. I laughed with him. "I will try," I said honestly.

 

"Now, tell me. How is this exactly going to work?" I asked still confused.

 

"What all girls need, a makeover!" he clapped his hands twice.

 

Oh hell no.

 

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 

After all of my protests, Paul still made me get a makeover. Ugh!

 

Why can't I just keep my dark brown hair. I would be unnoticeable, that would be perfect for the undercover mission. 

 

"The goal is to make you look like one of the populars," he started pushing me out of his office and shut the door behind him. He then led me to the platform that had no doors, but railings. They considered that as the elevator here.

 

"What's wrong with how I look?" I defensively asked him. He opened his mouth and closed and again. I gave him the 'go ahead' face, so I could hear how he was going to get out of this one.

 

He closed the gate to the platform and we started going down. "Your gorgeous. But, your going into a whole new world where people have to look a certain way to be considered popular," he said. I heard honesty in his voice.

 

"So, I'm basically gonna look like a wannabe," I glared at him. The platform hit the ground and we got off.

 

"Not even, we will add our on flavor to it," a smirk on his face. "Ew, please don't say 'flavor'. Ever," I pointed my finger at him.

 

"What? I am a cool kid," he said pulling up the collar to his black leather jacket, trying to look cool. I quickly elbowed him in the ribs and he let out a loud groan. 

 

"I didn't even put that much power on that," I honestly told Paul with a wide smile on my face. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. He swiftly typed a number on his phone as we stopped in front of the door that belonged to the man that adopted me.

 

I actually thank this man. He brought me to this place, and I released stress that I had been carrying for the longest time. I released my stress my first day here when I was put in front of that punching bag. 

 

"Fatima, yea, you can set up in the basement, thanks love," he ended the call. "Another booty call eh," I said with a smirk on my face.

 

"Shut up," he said and walked to the stairs that led to the basement. I hurriedly followed behind him noticing that he was already heading down the stairs.

 

"So, what is the vision for how I am going to look?" I asked putting my hands in front if me, being dramatic.

 

 

"You'll see," he said looking at me form the corner of his eyes with a smirk on his face. I groaned.

 

We raced down the last flights of stairs and came up to the wide, silver, aluminum doors that opened up to the basement.

 

He opened the double doors and the basement that used to have algae on the walls and dirt on the floor, was now clean. I mean really clean.

 

The once dirty, burgundy walls were now a clean white and the floor was now mahogany wood. "Close your mouth before a fly flies in it," Paul snapped me out of my bewilderment and I noticed the tables with makeup and hair products. To my right and left, I saw new