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The Spy You Trust

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Molly's parents were murdered when she was 4 years old.

Now, she's 17 and still trying to figure out what happened to them.

Growing up in the Institution has given her the connections and skills she needs to do so.

Little does she know that her whole life has been apart of a bigger plan.

This is a short story I wrote in high school and plan to turn into a book. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1
“Mommy! Watch me!” 4 year-old Molly ran as fast as she could to the leaf pile her father just made in the back yard. With a sudden leap, she landed butt first in the leaves. “Good job, Molly.” Her mother said looking up from her magazine she was reading on the back patio. Just then the doorbell rang. “I’ll be right back. You stay where Daddy can see you.” With that Mrs. Jacobs went inside the house. After a few minutes she yelled out a window. “Steve! Can you come here a minute?” “Coming. Don’t leave the back yard, Molly. I have to go talk to your mom for a minute.” Molly continued to run and jump into the leaf pile while she waited for her parents. She tried to do different tricks while she jumped. Eventually she got bored because her parents weren’t there to watch her do tricks. In fact, it had gotten very quiet in her house. Slowly, she started walking to the sliding screen door. “Mommy? Daddy? Come watch me jump in leaf piles.” No answer. “Mommy? Where are you? Are we playing hide and seek?” Molly was walking through her living room now, on her way to the kitchen. When she crossed the threshold, she noticed a hand sticking out from behind the counter. She took a deep breath before continuing. She walked to the edge of the counter and looked around it. Her mother and father lay on the floor. Their eyes were open and they were covered in red stuff. Molly ran to her mother’s side. As she sat down, she noticed the red stuff was sticky. She couldn’t admit it to herself but she knew it was blood. She looked at her father and then her mother again. She started crying and shaking uncontrollably while yelling ‘mommy’ over and over again. Molly jolted awake, yelling 'Mom' one last time. She saw someone sitting on her bed who jerked back in surprise. She reached over and flipped on the lamp on her end table. “Charles! What are you doing in here?” She glanced down at her clock that read 1:32. “It’s 1:30 in the morning!” “You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve been wide awake thanks to your constant yelling again. Luckily Patty fell asleep in the break room again, so she wasn’t in the hall to stop me this time. Be thankful it was me to wake you up and not her.” Charles said laying down horizontally on her bed. Charles had become like her adopted big brother when she came to the institution. Molly remained quiet for a minute before speaking. “I was screaming again? Sorry.” Charles sat up and looked at her. “It’s fine. Really. Not everyone went through what you did when you were four. I think you are allowed nightmares a couple times a month.” The dream Molly just had wasn’t actually a dream. It was a 13 year-old memory from the day her parents were killed. She stared at the 19 year-old on her bed. His dark skin contrasting to the white sheets on her bed. “Thanks Charlie. You can go back to bed now. I think I’m gonna stay up for a while and… research.” She looked down at her fingers in her lap. Charles didn’t move an inch. “Mol. You need to give it a rest. You were four when it happened. You’re not going to find him on the internet.” “And that’s why Iʼm not planning on finding him on the internet.” She paused. “I’m gonna look through the police files I borrowed yesterday.” “Molly Jo! You didn’t! You know how much trouble you’ll be in if he finds out that you went out!” “He’s not gonna find out now is he? You need to promise not to tell. Promise me!” “Okay. Okay. I promise. Just let go of me, Mol.” Molly didn’t even realize that she had a fist full of his shirt in her hand. She let go and looked down, ashamed. “Sorry. I think you should go to bed. Good night.” She got up and went to her desk. She listened as Charles hesitated and then got up from her bed. “Good night, Molly. I hope you know what you’re doing.” With that he left the room.

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