Mr Rossi’s spy

flashback

Bree pov

Finally walking though the front door I lend against the closed door and look at my wound feeling the blood lost, I throw my head backwards as I apply the pressure I haven't been doing for the past fifteen old steps as my body couldn't hold on anymore. Taking a minute to breath I crawl to the kitchen for my medical kit and when I pull it out from under the sink I grab the bandages and staple g*n needing to patch it together before I do faint from blood lost which I know is coming whether I like it or not but the good news is that I'm home. Putting the last staple in I wrap the bandages around knowing this will only be temporary for now but it will do till I have more energy to fix it. Finished with medical kit I push it away and place my hand on the wound thinking how reckless could I have been but as the thoughts drift so do my eye lids and I can no longer fight then with the lack of energy I don't have.

I let go for the first time in a long time.

Twelve Years ago ...

Swinging back and forth I play on the swing a little more as I look at my parents talking to each other on the bench, they look happy together I don't know how lucky I have got to get two loving parents. Smiling at them I push myself even higher on the swing before jumping off and landing on my two feet with a smile but as I turn to climb back on the swing I feel a push in my back and I turn around to see a boy standing over me looking at me with a smirk on his freckle face

"You look like a homeless tramp" I hear the boy say and I ignore him as I climb back on the swing but as I take a step forward I trip on the foot he put in front of me and I land on my belly, picking myself up I dust the mud off and look at my parents who aren't paying attention to me or whats happening, in fact I am left to my own device

"Are you going to cry? You going to run to mummy and daddy you big baby" the boys says sticking his tongue at me before pretending to cry with making hand signals with his hands and I go to push him but he steps away and I almost fall over my feet once again

"Shut up" I say with my arms across my body wanting the boy to leave me alone and let me play in peace but as the words come out my mouth the boy pushes me on the floor once more before kicking dirt in my eyes and I get angry everything is happening and no one is taking note. Climbing to my feet I step forward putting my hands in fists as I want to hit the boy but before I can do anything the boy kisses me followed by a word my mother explained to me as someone called it her

"Now you're a s**t" only seeing red I push the boy on the floor climbing on top of him throwing one punch after another towards the boys face but as I carry on seeing red I pick up a rock that is on the floor and I smash it against his skull not once but twice before I am being pulled off the boy who lays there bleeding but I don't feel anything no more, I have no remorse in me as I stare at the boy who's mother coming running up to him and my mother pulls me away. All I can think is how the boy deserved it all and my expression hasn't changed as the mother comes running up to us shouting but the look of boredom on my face only fuels up the mother even more calling me a psychopath but I roll my eyes at her and she raises her arm only for my father to catch it and step in front of us.

end of flashback

Opening my eyes I start breathing heavily as I recall a memory that happened twelve years ago still feeling nothing for the boy I killed as he had it coming but the look of horror on my parents face is a memory I can't forget as it was the look they knew I had f****d up but I was lucky enough the government stepped in and explained it all to my parents, they let the government take me but when they died they left me a letter explaining how sorry they was that they let this happen and they should had fought more for me, the insurance policy they left me was a guilt apology which I haven't touched, I have moved on from the feeling I have for my parents.

Running a hand though my hair I can't believe I passed out from blood lost and exhaustion but as I place my hand on my wound I still see the stain of blood on my hands but I don't have the energy to climb to my feet to wash it off instead I stay where I am and close my eyes for a second, my stab wounded have been numbed and I can barely feel it but when I open my eyes to look at my wound I see the blood leaking though staining the bandage, finally climbing to my feet I hover above the sink flashing my face with some cold water before slowly walking to my bedroom to change out these clothes and into something else not needing someone to see me bloodied and pale from the blood lost.

Taking a seat on the edge of my bed I kick my shoes off before just sitting there and feeling faint but I slow my breathing down and try to count my heartbeat needing it to slow down a little, I am not surprised my heart is pounding with everything that has just happened. I cant remember the last time I recall a memory where I woke up sweating and finding it hard to breath. Forgetting about everything I move myself up the bad and place my head on the pillows before closing my eyes trying to forget this night has ever happened, tomorrow will be a fresh start.