Trapped By The Contract Killer

" Mother! Mother! Ma! Please don't leave me!" A four-year-old girl cried after her mother. She straddled her legs around her mother's legs crying and begging her not to leave. But her plea seemed to be in vain because the woman kept on moving with her luggage. " Please Mother, take me with you!" The little girl kept begging with loud weepings. " I'm sorry Ivy, but you are better off with that murderer," She said without any emotion in her tone. " No. Please mother," she cried harder. It must have been a tough life already for a four-year-old Warren. She is just four and is already used to hard words being used in her presence. "Please Mommy!" she begged with a cracked voice, her sobs becoming faint. She was gradually losing her voice. " You'll be safer with him. His enemies will kill you. I can't protect you" Why would a mother say such words to an infant? A four-year-old little girl. Like she will understand what those words mean. The little girl let go of her mother's legs, got up, wiped away her tears, and went upstairs without looking back. "I'm sorry Ivy. I'm so sorry my Princess" The sandy-colored woman started sobbing as she saw her little girl walk upstairs boldly. " I'm sorry my child! I'm doing this for your safety" Carole Warren said, breaking down on the floor. " I'm so sorry, Ivy" Her voice started fading away as she sobbed louder. Her words echoed in the room repeatedly. " You are not sorry!" Ivy Warren shrieked waking up from sleep, sweating as though she had run a marathon. " You are not sorry!" She shouted, hitting the pillow hard. She always had this dream and it became a birthday tradition for her. She heard a knock at her bedroom door and quickly composed herself. She wiped off an imaginary tear and changed her countenance to a stern look. The door was pushed open and a man of about 40 walked in with a birthday cake in his hands. The cake was designed in the shape of a gun and it had black icing. A looked handsome. He had a striking resemblance with Ivy. They shared the same color of eyes blue, hair black, and the same nose. He had on a dark blue suit and the smile which adored his face looked so creepy. " Happy Birthday, Princess!" He said to his daughter who hadn't any smile on her face. " Thank you, Master," she said without any excitement. Master was the name her father instructed her to use when referring to him. " No. Today is a special day; my first gift to you is, you can call me Father for the entire day." " Ok, Master" She responded without any form of enthusiasm, her countenance remained the same so unbothered by the occasion. " Should I get a whip?" he asked sternly. " Sorry, Father!" She responded immediately she understood the gift resumes immediately and that she had disobeyed him. An action that could change this peaceful scene into a training ground. " Good girl." the creepy smile returned to his face. " Today is your 7th birthday; kids your age would be very excited seeing this cake in my hands. Jump in excitement kissing me all over my face, thanking me, and saying I'm the best father ever" he stopped and laughed maniacally. " Unfortunately, you are my daughter and you're not a normal kid. I like the look on your face" His countenance changed as well. " Now smile!" he ordered. Ivy quickly smiled, he placed the cake before and took pictures of her and the cake. Ivy gently blew out the candles and her father clapped cheerfully. " Thank you, Father" " Now cut the cake" Carlos Warren ordered and she did as told. This is how life has been for Ivy Warren in the last 3 years. She doesn't leave this mansion unless she goes for training with her father. She barely sees the needs of her age. Carlos Warren fed her a slice of the cake and she did the same to him. He was the only family she had. No matter what happens she still loved him and believed to an extent he did the same too. She was taught by her father never to have any emotional feelings be it of joy or sorrow. " Now open your gift" He declared, still giving her those weird smiles. She opened the box wrapped in a black gift box and took out a gun. Normally a seven-year-old would be scared at the sight of a gun but she wasn't. Not even for a second. " Thank you, Father," " You'll start learning how to use it as of tomorrow. You are old enough now." " Copy, Father" " Now, next gift," he said, clapping his hands and a maid walked in with a cute white hairy kitten. There was this sparkle that glowed in her eyes at the sight of the kitten. She was very excited but couldn't show her gratitude. No matter what. " I decided to get you a friend," He said dismissing the maid who had been warned never to say a word to Ivy. " On second thoughts. Take us a picture with the new family member" He instructed the maid handing his phone to her. He sat down close to His daughter and the pictures were taken with Ivy smiling genuinely while hugging the cat. " Enough. Now get out!" he ordered. The maid dropped the phone and half ran out of the room. " Thank you, father" " Name the feline" " Hmmm. Katniss" " Cute" " Thank you, Father" " Party over, now come upstairs for breakfast" He changed his fake smile into a scowl. "One more thing," He stopped in his tracks " If she comes to apologize to you again. Use your pistol," He heard her shouting earlier, he just didn't want to ruin her birthday. Ivy jumped out of bed rushing to the bathroom. " Bring your new friend to breakfast," he said walking out. Everything in her room had two colors, either blood red or black except her bedroom walls which were painted white. Be it the duvet or the chairs or curtains it was either red or black. When she got out of the bathroom with a white big towel wrapped around her petite body, she found her new friend cuddled up in her red duvet feeling very safe. She smiled at it showing off her beautiful dimples. " Don't worry Katniss, we'll get along pretty well." She carried her up in her arms like a baby. Luckily Katniss wasn't a grumpy or scared little cat. After dressing up in a beautiful birthday red gown she carried up her cat and said" Let's go downstairs for breakfast, shall we?" This is the most exciting thing ever in her life. She felt very happy and excited, though all that had to end behind the closed doors of her bedroom. She became so attached to Katniss, she talked to her as though Katniss was a human. Whenever she had those dreams of her mother coming back to her Katniss always comforted her. Ivy Warren grew up to love Katniss like her best friend and sister. Their bond grew stronger as time went by, and Ivy no longer felt lonely. " Happy Birthday, Master," Ivy said to her Father. " Special occasions demand a change in names. Don't you think so?" " My apologies, Father. Happy Birthday." Don Carlos has always treated his only child in the same manner in which he treated his men. " Good job." " Thank you, Father" she has never summoned the courage to talk to. her father while looking him in the face. " How old are you again?" Don Carlos asked, pretending as though he was in deep thought. " 10 years old, Father," Ivy answered. Don Carlos smiled mischievously. He picked up his pipe and puffed on it. Ivy waited patiently to know why he asked, but her father did not know how to take his time in making her wait. " I want a gift!" he declared after a very long silence, placing his pipe gently on the coffee table. " You are old enough to get me your beloved father a birthday gift." Ivy's heart skips a beat on hearing his request. He has never asked her for anything on his birthday, even when she attempted to make a painting for him, he rejected it saying it wasn't necessary. But later on, took the portrait and placed it in his office. Ivy doesn't go to a regular school, she schools from home, using her laptop with strict supervision by a personal bodyguard. " Do you have anything in mind, Father!" she asked politely. " Of course, I do! My precious pearl." " Let's hear it," little did she know she was digging her own grave. She should have known from the start that this was a bad idea. " For how long have you been learning how to use a gun?" "Three years, Father" " Good." He puffed on his pipe again. " Go get the feline!" he ordered without any emotion. It's amazing. How his countenance can completely change in no time. " Katniss?!"