VARELA

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6

VARELA’S POV

My father walked in the room making me end the call sooner then I wished for.

“Father?” I asked with a bank expression as I sat on my office chair that was near my computer.

“You know Varela.” Father started but then let out a deep sigh as he sat on the edge of my bed. “You saved me, I only wanted to repay you by making you strong.”

I grew confused as to why he came to my room just to say what has already been said. So, I just sat there watching him, as no emotion crossed my face.

“And now you’re strong.” He continued with a sinister smile. “So, that means I finished repaying you, since I made what you’re now. I might have even done more then necessary for you.” He then put on a fake frown as he tried to look sad, but I knew it was an act. “That’s not fair, now is it? I made you my child, I made you strong, capable, I made you, you. And all you did was knock a b***h over while I shot her.”

Father then looked up at me, just sitting on my bed glaring at me. I felt uncomfortable but I knew better then to show how I felt.

“So, to make it fair you owe me now.” I started clawing my fingers into the chair as anger shot through me.

I owed him?! The sick man who killed my soul! The man that was the reason I’ll be damned to hell!?

“What is it that you really want from me, father?” I asked with a bored tone as I waited for he’s reply, he just morphed he’s saddened expression into a wide psychotic smile, one that sent shivers down my spine.

“Kill him.” Was all he said as he stood up and went to exit out the door.

I couldn’t help but feel a cold shiver down my spine as the thought of the only man who cared for me was going to die, by my own hands.

But then again, did he really care for me? I hardly knew him. I asked him why he wanted to marry me, I didn’t get the chance to hear he’s answer but it was probably to do with the deal.

Michael needed more killers, more protection while Father needed more money. And I was just the pawn to make it possible.

“What about the deal?” I asked before he left my room entirely, he just looked back with a wide smile as he replied.

“There are many people out there with too much money in their pocket that will be needing protection. We will always find another, my daughter. No need to worry. All you have to do is kill him and everything will go back to the way they were.”

The way they were? And what way was that, being ignored unless someone wanted another person to die? Michael didn’t change the way father saw me, or how I was treated. So, what changed that needed to be put back? Was killing him really going to solve anything but just start a war?

“What did Michael change that needed to be put back by he’s death?” I snapped as I stood up off my chair glaring at father trying to look confident, as this was the first time I talked back to my father.

Father looked shocked as he’s eyes went wide, but he soon went back to he’s normal sinister expression as he started to laugh hysterically.

“Oh, please don’t tell me you love that man, child.” He laughed as he wiped away a tear. “I should have known the first man to give you attention you’ll fall head over heels for him, you really are a silly girl.” He conitniued as he walked up towards me, but I stood my ground as I death glared him.

He was now in-front of me as he gripped my chin tightly, no doubt going to leave a bruise there later.

“He only wants you because you’re one of the top 5 killers under 25 years-old, my daughter. Love doesn’t exist, it’s just an emotion you give more attention to then the other emotions you have, that’s why it hurts when you realise it wasn’t real.”

He then let go as he took a step back, looking me up and down.

“I’m only trying to help you, Varela. You’re mine, no one else’s. But since you care so much for the bastard that tried to claim you, I’ll do you a favor.” He continued as he started to walk out of the room once again, this time holding the door nob as he was about to shut it close.

“If you want him to live, then reject him my child.”

I gulped at the thought of not seeing Michael again, I know I only met him once, but I felt alive. I didn’t feel trapped by my emotions. I could smile and talk freely, which only hurt more. Was I really ready to give that up? Even if I didn’t he would be killed, but if I did he will live, but make another woman feel the way I did.

My face turned sad, as I felt my lips frown, I knew I was on the urge of crying, because I felt so helpless with my options that were given to me.

But I was killer, no one ever saw me differently, but maybe if I reject Michael for he’s safety then maybe God will forgive me for my sins, and know that I am not really cold blooded.

“Favors always have a catch, so what’s yours?” I asked as I still felt helpless, I looked up to see the old man smile in victory at my distraught.

“You will belong to me, and when you turn 19 I promise to set you free of being my daughter.” Those were the only words needed for me to snap my neck up from looking down at my feet. I looked him in the eyes with hope.

I was going to be set free in a year?!

I couldn’t help but feel a wide smile creep onto my lips as I looked up at him.

Maybe if I reject Michael I can return to him a year later, even it’s not love. He’s friendship would be enough.

“Really?” I responded with hope clearly detected in my tone as I knew my eyes sparkled with excitement of being free.

“Of course, you will not be my daughter any longer. I will disown you, but don’t worry I’ll claim you once again, but this time as my wife.”

My face dropped as I looked at him in shock, was my ears deceiving me or did he say he wanted to marry me?!

He is old enough to be my father!

“Don’t look so hurt, my love.” He said the last bit with clear sarcasm, knowing I felt appalled by it. But he was a sadistic prick.

“You should thank Mr. Anderson for our soon to be marriage. The thought of loosing my weapon made me anxious, marriage will seal the deal of you being mine. Oh, and we can always invite Michael to the wedding, then kill him.” He then shut the door as I still stand here shocked.

Did my father just make me he’s fiancé?!

Why God, why must I be tortured so much?

I felt the urge to scream but knew I’ve shown too much emotion today, I knew father didn’t like the way I showed my emotions. I was lucky enough that I didn’t get punished for it.

I dropped my body onto the ground as I sat there, I wanted to cry, scream, let my anger out, run, kill…..die.

My thoughts soon came to a halt as my phone started to ring. Seeing that I don’t contact anyone at all, I knew it had to be him.

But I wasn’t ready to hear he’s voice, I just wanted to drown in my pity as I felt helpless.

I wanted to be alone.