Young and Deadly

Chapter Three

Jason pulled up to the gates of a big estate. It was literally a mansion not a big house like I expected. Jason pressed a call button and had a brief conversation with a guy through a speaker system. The gates swung open slowly and as we drove through I noticed a lot of cars. What the? Then I heard the loud thumping of music. Holly hell! It wasn't a small get together like I thought. This, this was a party. Oh no.

"Why'd you just groan?" Jason glanced at me as he parked.

I groaned? "I've never been to a party. Plus I'm not very good a being social. Small groups like lunch maybe, but this..." I shuddered.

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

I didn't say anything, but slid out of the vehicle and forced the lump in my throat down. For someone like me to feel this way about a party is pathetic, but I can't help it. Since I was ten I've never been comfortable around people. That was the year I completed my three year training process and... my first premeditated kill, well kills. No don't think about that it was seven years ago, a voice said from the recesses of my brain. It's not like I can forget the bloody image of the girls wrist I slit and her parents blank eyes from the untraceable poisons they digested. The girl was my fifteen year old babysitter I had for two years, I argued back to that annoying voice. I closed my eyes and reopened them, shaking off the unwelcome images. Jason pushed me forward and I realised I had stopped walking.

"Blake, for the love of everything that's holly, breath and relax."

"Don't tell me to relax! That makes it worse!" I fixed him with a pointed glare.

"Jeez fine! That look is kinda scary s***h unnerving so please stop."

I c****d my head in amazement. Who would have ever thought I could make him scared? The infamous Jason. "Whatever."

"Get inside. I'm right behind you," he nudged me again.

I took a deep breath and walked for the door with my head held high. I entered and was met with loud music and inebriated people. Regina was nearby dance with the girls from the lunch table. She glanced up and motioned me over. I reluctantly joined the group.

"Hey ho," Regina giggled. She'd definitely been drinking.

"Is that supposed to be a term of endearment?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Hells yeah."

"Your drunk."

"We all are, sweetie! Drink some of mine," her words are slurred as she extended her cup to me.

"No thank you, I'm not a fan of drinking."

"Well why not?"

"I had a drunk, abusive father growing up..." the sad thing was it wasn't a lie.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she sobered up as much as could be expected of someone who was drunk. "Dance with us then."

"Uh..." I caught Jason's eyes when I glanced behind me. Was he standing behind me the whole time? The only people who knew were the committee who took me in after....

"Dance sis," his eyes danced in amusement. I can't dance! I pleaded with my eyes, but he only shook his head and laughed. He was going to watch and probably laugh. No, no, no! Please no! I tried to sway to the beat of the song, hoping that it wasn't too funny.

"Girl that's not dancing!" Regina shouted. Then the song changed to something slow. "Hey Matt, come here and show Blake how to dance properly."

"Hey Blake," Matt's voice came from behind me. I spun around and was pressed against Matt. Oh dear God no. I can't do this!

"Matt..." he swooped me into his arms and I was pressed tightly against him.

"You look hot in that outfit. I didn't get a chance to tell you that today," he smiled down at me. Woe what?

"Uh... thanks?" It unintentionally came out as a question.

"Your welcome. Now wrap your arms around my neck baby."

Slowly I did what I was told. This feels so weird. He pulled me closer so that even a grain of sand couldn't come between us. He rocked us slowly in circles his eyes never left mine. Then the song turned to a fast one, Hey Baby (Drop It To The Floor) by Pitbull. Instead of backing away like I thought he would he held me closer, if that's possible, and started a sort of bump and grind thing that made me uncomfortable. Breath and relax, I heard Jason's voice in my head, so with reluctance I copied his moves.

"Way to go Blake!" Regina hooted. It didn't feel like a way to go moment to me. About three fourths of the way through the song someone came from behind me dancing the same way as Matt. Oh no! I can't get away, help!

"Hey babe." I swallowed the lump in my throat and craned my neck towards the guy behind me.

"Alex..." I gulped. Be happy that your sandwiched between two hot guys. Be an actual girl for once! A voice said. This voice was becoming unwelcome.

"Your outfit's hot," he had a slight slur.

"Thanks..." My dancing slowed.

"Blake, just dance girl!" Regina giggled, seeing my discomfort and uncertainty.

"Yeah just dance," Matt and Alex chimed in unison.

"Fine," I mumbled. For another two songs I followed the movements of Matt and Alex. It was just so weird that I had to find a good excuse to leave them. Finally I decided the bathroom excuse would work, well that or I need a drink. The former was appealing because no one could offer to do it for me. "Excuse me fellas, I must use the ladies room." It was hard to move from between them, but Alex stepped back.

"The bathroom you'll want to use is up the stairs, first floor, to the right at the end of the hall. It's in my room so it should be clear of any... disgusting body fluids," Regina pointed behind her where the stairs must be.

"Thanks." I moved through the crowd, overwhelmed by everything. It was just so confusing and outside my comfort range. First day on the job and I was doing halfassed. I should have been able to throw myself into this sort of thing to blend in, but it was just so hard. Following Regina's instructions I quickly found her room. It honestly wasn't one hundred percent what I was expecting.

There was a gray duvet on a large four poster with a clear canopy hanging around it. The walls were a dark purple color with not a single decoration on them. French doors sat a few feet from her bed with gray eclipse curtains, which got their name because they eclipsed the light from getting in. A metal desk sat across from her bed with and expensive laptop on it. A door stood open revealing a huge walk-in closet housing a lot of clothes. Then the closed door which had to hold the bathroom. I opened it and it was no normal bathroom. First of all it was huge, far more large than any bathroom I had ever seen. There was a lot of floor space, a big stand up shower, a bathtub that could easily fit ten and probably had jets, four sinks lining one of the walls, and finally a simple toilet. After I was done I tried to figure out how to turn the sink on and finally saw the little hot and cold petal at my feet. On my way out of her room I slammed into someone, falling on my back I pulled out a knife.

"Put that away it's only me," Jason's voice was hushed.

"What are you doing in here?"

"You looked... upset, unsettled, sick, and so many other things. I just came to see what you were doing," he pulled me up and I replaced the knife in my jacket.

"I'm fine I just had to get away. Is that how people really dance? It felt like I was having you know what, on the dance floor. I can't do that again, but I don't know how I'm going to escape it when I go back down there. Can we just leave? They've clearly been drinking a lot."

"Let's stay awhile longer we've only been here for an hour. Plus Blake, you're a really hot girl and that's apparently the way to dance with hot girls or girlfriends. Relax please."

"No I can't relax. Just please stop saying that. You're more comfortable with this than I am Jason. I don't really like big groups of people or alcohol. The smell it... it reminds me of something that I don't want to remember. I'll catch a taxi home or something, you should stay and try getting close to her. She likes you a lot. Tell them I got sick or something. See you later and be careful," I gave him a meaningful look.

"Blake don't go please."

"I'm leaving Jason. Nothing that could change that."

"Fine, but text or call me if anything goes wrong. Do you understand?"

"I'll be fine," I stared him down.

"Just be careful and I'm serious call or text me."

"Fine."

With that I turned and left. I was careful to dodge all the people I knew especially Matt and Alex. Stopping at the car briefly to grab my purse, I headed out of the mansions grounds. If I was going to get some kind of transportation I was going to have to go South a few blocks. Great in heels. Oh well it was better than staying there where the smell of alcohol brought back memories. I couldn't stop myself from slipping into the unwelcome memory. It hit me like a tidal wave and firmly kept its hold on me.

Dad was drinking like always. He was really drunk and really mad. Mom had worked a few extra hours today because the woman who was supposed to take over was three hours late for her shift. Dad didn't like it that she was home later than she should have been.

"b***h are you cheating. You better not be f*****g cheating on me," he pulls her by her hair, hard.

"No Chris, Jane was late for her shift," my mother sobbed.

"Tammy, you were gone for three hours more than you should have been," he hit her. "I'm not f*****g stupid."

"Chris, baby please don't," tears ran down my mothers now red cheek.

"Don't what?" he snarled.

"Please don't beat me. People are questioning the marks you leave," she pleaded.

"I don't care, your my wife I'll do with you as I see fit."

He slapped her again then threw her to the floor. My mom was sobbing quietly. Why she'd married him was beyond me. He reached down and said something nasty to her that I couldn't hear from where I stood in the kitchen. Then he kicked her in the head and heaved her up by her hair. He slammed her into the wall and hit her hard across the face. She was silent knowing that making noise gave him satisfaction and made it worse too. He beat her head on the wall repeatedly. There was a disgusting noise and she stilled. Blood ran from her ears, nose, and mouth. There was no longer a rise and fall of her chest. I couldn't help the scream that emitted from my throat. Now his attention was on me as he threw my mother down. Running to the counter I grabbed a big butcher knife and hid it behind my back as he came for me.

"You're going to end up a dirty, slutty b***h like your mother I can tell. I might as well fix that problem now," the smell of alcohol on him was overpowering.

"No daddy! Stay away from me," I remember warning.

"Don't tell me what to do! Your seven years old, do you really think I would listen to you?" he growled menacingly in my face. He brought his hand up and yanked on my hair. I screamed in pain.

"Daddy stop!" I warned. He only moved closer and slapped me hard with his free hand twice.

"Don't tell me what to do." He went to hit me again, but I threw all the weight I had towards hit and plunged the butcher knife deep into his chest cavity. It was extremely hard to do, but somehow manageable for me. "You little bitch..." His grip on my hair loosened and he fell to the ground spitting blood. The life in him slowly faded as I ran to my mother's limp body. An hour later I was pulled from my mother by the neighbor as medics and cops rushed in. A few days later I was taken in by Georgette and trained because of the 'promise' I showed. Ha little did I know what they had in store for me.

A sound came from behind me, snapping me out of it. I turned and saw someone following me. I withdrew both of my knives and tried to nonchalantly quicken my pace. I turned a corner and stepped into a dark patch in an ally. The person came to a halt when who ever it was didn't see me anymore. I crept up on the person, knives raised and they turned towards me. I froze.

"Nan?" I croaked.