Silken lies

CHAPTER 4

Gotta admit, I have dealt with a lot of drunk men, my step dad for one was a terrible drunk he'd keep throwing up until he left with nothing in his stomach . But Damian was a different case, I'll admit he doesn't make it gross but he's literally dead weight when he's drunk and unfortunately for me I'm stuck here with him.

I navigate my way through his house, quite spacious , large windows stretch across the walls. The furniture is simple and modern. A low couch, sleek coffee table, and the fragrance of cinnamon-rose scented candles. I pushed him down on his couch , adjusting my shoulders while giving myself a little massage to bring my upper body back to life.

I took off his shoes, socks and suit, dragging him by the foot to his room. With the last ounce of strength left in my body I lifted him up and placed him on the bed covered with beige colored sheets , took off his clothes leaving only his pants and tossed his blanket over his body . Making my way to the kitchen, I look over to the paintings on the wall, all looking detailed and of course expensive. I admire them one by one, daring not to touch them.

In the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water and relaxed on the counter. Stretching my arms and legs to recover from the numbness ,my phone makes a beep. It's a message from Kieran

Kieran: Dad's got a job for you eve and

He's quite inpatient this time around.

I roll my eyes as I wonder who the unlucky person is this time around. After a few minutes, I got another beep

“TARGET CODE: Raven-413

STATUS: Active

AUTHORIZATION: Approved by "The Father"

DELIVERY METHOD: Clean. Silent. No public exposure.

FULL NAME: Elijah conrad

AGE: 36

GENDER: Male

NATIONALITY: British

OCCUPATION: undercover agent (no longer needed)

KNOWN ALIASES: None

CURRENT RESIDENCE:

Flat 5B, 27 Wexford Lane, Kensington, London W8 6RJ

USUAL ROUTES: brats coffee shop to stark park then back to his apartment

“Why tonight of all bloody nights” I think out loud angrily. I sluggishly make my way to the front door, put on my shoes and make my way out. I arrive at the parking lot, change in the emergency bathroom and drive off.

In the back of my mind I keep wondering if Damian is going to be okay in that state but on second thought he'll probably be fine, not like I'm his nanny or anything. My drive comes to an end as I make a turn to park. Walking in stealth mode has always come easy to me, so I always do it with ease .

As I arrive at the park, I use my eyes to scan around and observe. I finally locate my target but this time not sitting alone or whiling away their time, he's playing with a little girl

“Karen!” He shouts

“Where are you?”

He says as he pretends not to see her hiding under the slide. She smiles so brightly showing off her missing front teeth. He pretends to actually search for her and when he finds her he carries her up in his arms, throws her in the air and catches her again. I stand there watching in envy of the childhood that was robbed from me being handed to someone ever so easily.

“Why wasn't I shown this type of love and compassion?” tears form in my eye as the thought visits my mind . The distraction doesn't last long as I'm brought back to reality when Karen wants to pee in the bushes . She runs off not too far but not close enough to hear or see what I'm about to do to her loving father .

“Quick and easy now eve” I hear my foster dad's voice in my head . I walk up to him taking each step at a time. When I'm up close, I take out the syringe, but I pause when he turns around to look at me . I'm expecting reluctance but his eyes sadden as he looks at me. “Just a little more time” he whispers

“Please tell Lucien I'll turn myself in but not now , when I'm still with her please”

My mouth runs dry, I stare at him perplexed.

“You know how it is , it's either your life or your daughter's” I coat my words with the hard slapping truth . Seeing men weep doesn't move even the slightest remorse I have but seeing present fathers suffocates my conscience more than it should

My syringe is in before he could utter another word . He drops to his knees as he gasps for air , grabbing his throat tightly . I look down , hands shaking , limbs trembling. It wasn't the first time neither will it be my last but a piece of my heart always goes with it. I get down on one knee, pull out the syringe as I watch him take his last breath.

Getting up, I hear karen coming “daddy I'm done where are you”

She smiles thinking they are playing another round of hide and seek. She walks up to him lying dead on the floor . She pushes his arm trying to get him to get up . The siren of the ambulance is my signal to take my leave until I hear her starting to cry

“Daddy why won't you get up “ sounding confused as every other five year old. Still hiding in the bushes and away from the street CCTV , guilt t

rips me apart as I try to digest the fact that I have robbed this child of her childhood.

The ambulance is here and so is the police and I really should be on my way but my legs won't move . They rush him into the ambulance, her mom is trying to cover her mouth so she doesn't allow Karen to hear how much she wants to cry her heart out. She grabs her in a warm embrace as Karen is still in a confused state.

“I need to leave “ I tell myself, force myself. I walk away , shame and guilt wearing me like a shield . I make my way into the car , tears burst out my eyes as I face the reality of what just happened. A receive a beep

“ Keiran : good job baby girl. Lucien is so excited says he has something special for you”

I sit there staring at the text in the silence of my car mind wandering to a million places . I start my car, wipe my tears and brace myself for whatever comes next .