Small Packages, Jahnvi J. [best contemporary novels TXT] 📗

“Damn her!” I cried as I was marched out those pale yellow doors I had seen for 14 years. I glanced out the windows to see the red and blues. They were like a memory, no, a nightmare that I thought I had escaped. But she just had to tell them. The metal that bound my hands dug into my skin making me cry in pain. But that was more to the fact that she betrayed me. She was the reason this whole mess started. All that I did, I did for her. I’ll get my revenge. Watch out. Mom.

You said that I had beautiful black hair. Nobody had ever said that to me before. We started dating that summer. I obsessed over how my hair looked. Ebony, luscious, and beautiful, just for you. But when I got into the accident and my hair turned to ashes, I thought you would leave me. I hid for hours, days. I couldn’t face you, not like that. You found me crying and held me. You gently took my hand and got down on one knee. With a ring in your hand; you told me how gorgeous you thought my eyes were.

She walked down Fluor Avenue with a single objective: intercept the briefcase, report back to NICU. She wasn’t going to screw up like she did last week. What a disaster. The NICU will be cleaning that one up for weeks. She glanced at her watch, 2 minutes ‘till show time. Wait. What? He was here early. There he was walking up the street with the briefcase in his hand. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The NICU had never given her a false assignment. They only did that to agents who were removed from the agency; the ones who were killed.

Publication Date: 06-08-2012

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