Segment: Confession

Not Done

Jamie's P.O.V

"Jamie! Jamie, wait!"

I stopped walking and waited for Michelle. I'm a disgrace. An embarrassment. I can't face Michelle like this. If her life was compromised, I won't be able to shoot and I'm going to blame myself for that. This is the only thing I could do for her and I can't pull the goddamn trigger.

"Jamie," she catches up to me, panting a bit. She faces me with this worried face. Her beautiful face, all worried because of me. But I don't need it. I need to be scolded more.

Lyle could've died. I could've died if she hadn't shielded me. I'm worthless. I can't protect Michelle, I can't even protect my friend. My own damn feelings got in the way. I couldn't do any more than stand idly.

"Michelle, I'm sorry." she shakes her head, her hair swaying a bit as she does.

"I don't know what you've been trained for. I can see that Lyle is your commander, at least that's it. I thought she was going to slap you." her words were all over the place. It was obvious that she doesn't know what to say.

"She did, earlier." her eyes grew larger at my answer.

"What? Why?"

"Because I hesitated."

"In a different situation?"

"Yes," she sighs.

She grabs my hand and pulls me to somewhere. I don't deserve this treatment, Michelle. I deserve to rot. If I wasn't ready to kill someone, I wouldn't be here. But I was and I'm afraid to take someone's life. This world is f****d up and we're caught up in this. This is the world of the poor.

"Sit down." she commands me.

I sat down almost immediately. She sighs before grabbing a med kit. She sits beside me and forces my head to face her. I look at Michelle in the eyes before crying.

"Jamie, I'm sorry."

"This is my fault. If it was you, you would've been dead, yet I would still hesitate to shoot." my tears continue to stream down.

We weren't really a thing. This is all fake but here I am, thinking about this harder than I should and giving her more thought than I do to myself.

"Jamie, I don't want you to die."

"I'm not okay with dying either."

She applies what she needed but I didn't feel the pain. I felt numb physically. My heart was heavier than before too. Like all the world's sins is mine. It was painful. I feel so small, so vulnerable in front of Michelle. I hated myself at this moment.

"Then please pull the trigger."

"Michelle, I can't take a life that's not mine."

"But your life isn't exactly yours either." she looks at me with seriousness painted all over her face.

"It's..." she was right.

"You have to pull the trigger next time. It may be easier said than done but I don't want to see you in a coffin next time."

I closed my mouth, unable to say something to her. I can't guarantee hers and my safety. What with me hesitating all the f*****g time.

"I can't promise that."

"Then just live until I can tell my father that we're really not a thing."

"...."

I wish that day wouldn't come but I don't deserve this blissful life. What I deserve is agony, pain and a miserable life. I'm the lowest of the low. I'm a hypocrite. I want one thing and do the other. I f*****g hate myself.

"I'll try, Michelle."

"I'll make Lyle give you an earful. Though I admit, she's fast to react. I saw her fighting hand-to-hand and she's good. She's even better than the bodyguard my father has."

"She is. That's why she's the president. She's supposed to be good at everything. But if she's not, then at the very least, she knows her way around the basic skills."

"Wow. Being the president is hard." I shake my head.

"i***t, don't move your head."

"Sorry. Cameron falls short on many things that the President is capable of. That's why he's so bitter."

"So you guys also have disputes? But what happens if it's a life threatening situation? Does Cameron still, you know."

"No. Cameron will have to follow President's orders. President's order is the law itself."

"Woah, that's real deep. What have you guys been through?"

"We still haven't. We'll be sent together for the first time after a few days."

My eyes shot open wide. I was telling Michelle something so private. I'm f****d. If the President knows this, she'll scold me for sure. The superiors will get ahold of this and evict me and my little brother and sister.

I panicked.

"Oh, you weren't supposed to tell me that."

"I messed up bad. Fuck."

I stand up and pace around the room, instantly planning what to do once we're deported.

I'll have to sell my body full time. But what if it's a jungle? I need to know how to start a fire out of nothing. I have to know how to build a house, a hut for us to love in. I need to fend off snakes, crocodiles. But what about their education? Crap. I'll have to tell them all I know.

"Hey, calm down." Michelle grabs my hand, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I can't. If they knew I disclosed such a private matter, they will get me out of here."

"They won't. I won't tell. So don't worry."

I calmed down with the words she said. I sit back down slowly while looking at her. She was being serious.

"I'll do anything you say. Please," I was begging her. My pride was gone instantly.

"Don't be like that. I'm not some bad guy. This will be my pay for not telling my father. Now we're even. So, what do you say?"

I smiled big and wide before hugging Michelle. I kiss her on the forehead.

"I'll pull the trigger next time. I'll protect you and everyone else. It won't be easy but I'll train and try harder." she smiles.

"Do that and please let go of me. You're still bloody." I chuckle.

"Fine fine. Anyway, are you done treating my handsome face?" she scoffs.

"You? Handsome?"

"Yes? Aren't we all handsome and beautiful?" she thinks about it for a second before shrugging.

"Is it a requirement perhaps?"

"Yep."

"Oh. Well. Okay. Didn't it hurt?"

"Your aid? No. I didn't feel a thing."

"You guys are built different." she shakes her head and tidies up.

"I guess."

"You need to properly apologize to Lyle. She took a bullet for you."

She did and that's the most touching thing she could do for her friend. I form a fist and sighed.

"I do. Sorry, I'll come back later." she smiles at me, encouraging me to take this step of reconciliation and remorse.

I also need to properly thank her as a friend and as her soldier for taking a bullet.

"I'll wait for you at the deck."

"Okay."

I give Michelle a smile before I truly exit the door. I make my way to where I last saw Lyle but she wasn't there. I search around the deck but she wasn't there. I knock on the doors but didn't find her. I go to the other side of the yacht and was about to knock when I heard Amelia's voice.

"You shouldn't be so tough on yourself, my stranger."

My stranger? So she knows now that it was Lyle? When did she know?

"If I won't, then Jamie would've died there."

"Huh. How do I get the bullet- did you just use your hand to get the- what? Are you for reals?"

I facepalm myself. I've heard stories from Lyle herself that she does extraordinary things, such as taking out a bullet just using her hand without even sanitizing herself first but this is the first time that I think is really real. I thought she was just bluffing and all but damn that woman. In front of Amelia!

"Amelia, come here Sit."

"But you're wou-"

"Please?"

"Okay."

It was silent for a few seconds. I wonder what they're doing. Should I come in? Should I interrupt them? But if Amelia already knows that it's Lyle, then they can do indecent things.

"I just wanted to hug you all of a sudden."

No way. Could it be? Could it f*****g be?

"I'm not squishing your wound, am I?"

Amelia's sitting on Lyle's lap? Whaaaaaat. This is unheard of. Is Lyle a masochist? Or maybe she's using Amelia's body weight to stop the bleeding? Is that even possible?

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You're breathing quite heavily."

"I don't want anyone to die."

Lyle...

"Don't be like that, Lyle."

"I'm just afraid of what the future holds."

I start walking away. I don't need to hear anymore. Heck, I didn't have to eavesdrop. I look like a stalker. I walk to the deck and found Michelle there. I stand beside her and look at the water below us.

"So? Did you apologize?"

"She's busy."

"Busy with what?"

"She's talking with Amelia."

"Do you think Lyle already realizes now?" I laugh.

"That girl is clueless when it comes to herself."

"I guess so."

"But it seems that Amelia already knows that it's Lyle."

"Oh, the s*x thing?"

"Yeah. Did you know about that?"

"Hmm, I'll let Amelia tell Lyle and then Lyle to you. It's fun that way." she laughs on her own. I was amused that things like this could make her happy.

"Jamie?" her voice suddenly changed.

"Yes?" I look at her.

"What's that?"

She points subtly to her right. I look over and saw that it was a boat approaching us. It was the men earlier. I curse under my breath. I grab Michelle's hand and pull her to where Amelia and Lyle were. I just hope they're done being intimate right now.

I barge in, crossing my fingers. Amelia was finishing up her treatment while Lyle was standing and checking if she can walk okay.

"What's wrong?"

"The men are here. Armed still."

"How? Stupid question. They'd guessed after not being contacted for a long time by their subordinates."

I inhale and exhale.

"Permission to shoot the boat, President." Lyle looks at me, making sure that I was sure to do it.

"Permission granted. Give me your phone, Jamie."

"Yes, President."

I fish out my phone from my pocket and gave it to her before going to the deck again. I inhale and exhale again. I need to shoot. If I don't. We'll get deported. I won't be able to see Michelle and my siblings won't get educated properly. No. I can't afford to screw up.

I hold my hand firmly, an extension of my life. I abruptly stand up from crouching down and shoot the boat.

"Fucker!" someone yelled.

I shoot two more bullets before crouching down again. I need to put a hole in on their boat. I don't need to kill them, I just need to slow them or immobilize them. That's the most that I can do.

They fire back at me. I crawl to the other side of the deck and stood up and began shooting again.

"FASTER." someone yelled.

"The boat can't go any faster, boss!"

"f*****g hell. Then shoot!"

I duck again and waited for them to stop shooting. Riffle versus pistol. I was at a disadvantage but if I can use my position of high altitude, I can win. I just need time.

"Jamie, regroup." I heard Lyle shout behind me.

I shoot one last time before regrouping with the President. Amelia and Michelle were still here.

"Reinforcement is coming in 15 minutes. It seems that the others were also attacked and came back yesterday. Cameron ordered reinforcement. Let's hold them off for now. We need to make sure they won't step foot here."

"Copy that, President."

"I need you both to go find Chrelia and don't get separated. Like I said earlier, you three are the primary target."

"Okay."

"Got it."

"Be sure to duck so they won't see you, okay?"

"Got it."

"Let's go."

"We need to go too, Jamie."

"Roger that."

The four of us split ways. Lyle and I take position on the opposite ends of the deck. They weren't firing anymore. I look at Lyle and she signals to fire. We both stand up and start shooting.

"Fire!"

Lyle shot two people. I started cowering in fear.

"Bastard!"

I grip my gun harder. I need to get it straight. The enemies opened fire and we duck again.

"Are they the only ones?" she shouts at me over the gun fire.

The metal clanking with the bullets. The yacht's engine and the waves. It all came rushing to me. Adrenaline. I was feeling adrenaline like no other before.

"Yes, President. They're the only ones we saw."

"Reinforcement will come in 10 more minutes. How many mags do you have left?"

"I got two more left."

"I have about three."

She signals to shoot again but the moment we look down, they were gone. Lyle pointed me to my end of the deck to investigate.

"Signal if you find the boat."

"Copy that!"

We go our separate ways, searching hard for the boat. I heard a gunshot on Lyle's side. I run to her side and she was with someone. She shot the man on both legs.

"Crap. They got on board. The boss is left with another man. Regroup with the girls."

We run to where the girls ran, hoping we can find them before those two can. I bite my lip. I open the door and look inside to see who was inside. We told them to lock the door after we close it. We continue searching for them.

"Oh ho ho. Who do we have here?" we stop running and turn around three hundred and sixty degrees.

It was the boss. He was big and buff. The three of us were on par in terms of height but he was heavier than both of us combined. His beer bully, his fat yet muscular physique. It would be hard to take down this man.

"Jamie, find the girls."

"President, can I take him?"

"You can't."

"But you're injured as I am inexperienced." she contemplates whether or not I can take the man down.

"Can you shoot him dead?"

"I... I will."

"Then I'll leave it to you. Follow after me when you're done."

"Copy that."

She runs, leaving me behind with this fatso. He smiles at me, some of his teeth were gold. His beard looked so black, so thick. I wanted to shave it off.

"Are you sure you can handle me, 006?"

"I don't know how you come up with that number but I will have to handle you, assurance or not."

"Let's get to it."

He charges at me. Even though he was big, he was pretty agile and fast. I managed to counter his strength. I grab both of his fists with my own hands. He was really heavy, his blows are heavy too that I was pushed a bit. I grit my teeth.

"Heh." he says.

He retracts one hand before punching me in the stomach. I back away, holding my stomach.

"That hurt, fatso."

"Of course it does. You're a twig."

I charge at him at full speed. I feign punching me, which he fell for. I ducked and elbowed his knee, making him kneel down with one leg. He punches me, but I dodged by jumping and kicking his head but he caught my leg.

"Oh," I said before I was sent flying onto the railings of the yacht. My head hit the railing, making my head spin and pain was immediately felt after collision.

I groaned in pain.

"You underestimated me, twig. You know, 001 knew she could take me even though she was injured. She just wanted to make sure you can actually handle death."

I spit out saliva before standing up.

"All the more reason why I should beat you up, fatso."

"Come then, pretty boy."

We lunge at each other at the same time. I punch him in the nose while he punches me in the cheek. His nose bled while my lip got busted. I didn't have time to spare. I grabbed his arm and flipped him over to his back. It was hard because he was heavy, but I managed to take on his weight. He landed on the ground with a thud.

I grab his hand and twisted it. He screams in pain while I struggle to twist the other one. He turns over, making me jump back in response. He was sweating while holding his arm.

"You broke my goddamn arm. I noticed you two always break bones. Is that a hobby of yours?"

He was still talking despite his arm broken. That means he still has energy left and a fight in him still. I was running out of breath. My head was spinning and my stomach hurts. A bruise is bound to form later.

"Well, it's something President taught me."

"Okay. Then let's start."

He charges again, not minding his broken arm. I grit my teeth and struggled to keep my consciousness intact. I need to find a time to shoot him. I need to be faster than him if I want to dodge his attacks and have time to grab my pistol.

His head was first as he charges. I grabbed my pistol, but his head landed on my stomach before I could pull the trigger. He pushes me to the end of the deck. My back hit the railings, making me spit out blood due to the collision. It f*****g hurts.

I used the pistol to smack his head. I did a good heavy smack on his head before he stumbled back, holding his head using his other hand. My left eye closed due to the pain, I couldn't concentrate with two eyes open. I grit my teeth and aimed the gun at the fatso.

"Sorry,"

"You too."

He grabs a pistol behind him while I shot him first. He got hit in the heart. I thought that was it but he managed to pull the trigger as he was falling, hitting me in my arm. Blood started gushing out of my arm.

I rip some of my shirt and used it as my bandage, like what President did earlier. I tied it tightly around the wound to stop the bleeding. The bullet wasn't stuck, but it did open up my skin.

I walk to where fatso was and grabbed his pistol. I shot him on the leg before going to where President was. I run and run, searching for them. My wound was hurting, my head was throbbing and my back felt like it was hammered. My left eye was still closed. I was losing consciousness but I needed to be by President's side.

I tripped.

I looked up and cursed.

"Damn. I need to get up."

I stand up, barely standing straight but no matter. I walked, hand on the railing and knocked on doors to see if they were in here.

"They're not here."

"Got it. Can you lock the door and barricade it?"

"We will, Jamie."

"We'll come back and get everyone out when the situation is clear."

I knock on three more doors before finding them. President was fine, she wasn't given any more wounds. A man lay behind her, all bloody and barely breathing.

"Jamie," Michelle came to my side before my legs gave out.

"You did well, Jamie." President complimented me with a smile.

"This f*****g hurts."

"Yes, yes it does."

"I'm going to sleep now, President."

"Jamie!" Michelle shouted, her face worried again.

"I won't die, dummy. I just need rest."

And before I could hear what Michelle was trying to say, I blacked out.