Ignoring Parents and Trusting Strangers
"Mom? Dad? I'm home," I called when I walked in the front door after school. "Hello?" I thew my backpack on the floor and walked through the living room into the kitchen. There was a note on the counter.
We are sorry to leave you alone, but something has come up. We have asked your grandfather to call and check on you later. Please, keep the curtains closed and the doors locked. Do not have any friends over, do not leave the house, and do not open the door to anyone. We will see you tomorrow.
Love, Mom and Dad
I sighed and said aloud, "Why? Why can't a fifteen year old girl have a Friday night with her friends?" I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Sometime later, the doorbell rang. I looked out the window, but I didn't see anyone. Ignoring what my parents said, I opened the door.
"Hello," a guy in a black hoodie said. "Are you Anna?"
"Why do you want to know?" I asked. "And who are you?"
"I'm sworn to secrecy. Just come with me." I leaned against the doorway and folded my arms. "Being stubborn isn't going to get you anywhere. Follow me, please."
"I promise I'll tell you on the way. Please. I'm begging you to come with me!"
"Okay fine. I'll- Hey!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my driveway. "Is that your bike?" He noddded. I climbed onto his motercycle and hesitantly wrapped my arms around rock-hard abs.
He chuckled. "Don't be afraid. I won't bite."
"Do you even have a license?"
"Yes. I'm sixteen." I held on tight as he sped down the street. He laughed again as I tightened my grip.
"Uh, I think we have some followers..." I said as I looked behind. I saw three people on motorcycles. As they got closer, I saw they all had guns. "Step on it!"
"Why, you want an excuse to- Oh s***," he cussed, seeing the people behind us. "Hold on, I'll get you out of here..." He sped around the corner, running a stop sign and turning down a back road. I heard gunshots come from behind. "Put this on," the hooded guy said, handing me a vest.
"What's this?" I asked.
"A bulletproof vest. Put it on, hide your arms, and duck your head down. Now!"
I obeyed, even though it was difficult in a moving vehicle, and as soon as I had it on, I felt a bullet hit the vest. "Why are they-"
"Quiet. I'll explain everything when we get where we're going. It's hard enough keeping you alive when you're not talking."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I said quiet!"
I stayed silent. He continued down some unmarked paths, swerving every now and then to try to avoid the bullets. My heart pounded. He finally stopped in front of an old warehouse. He about dragged me into the building. I disappeared around the corner of the entrance right before the guys chasing us pulled up. I held my breath as they passed.
"Now will you explain?" I asked.
"Why are you whispering?" he replied. "We're alone."
"Ok, so you know your grandfather is the only survivor of that massacre that occurred a while ago, right? Well the group that killed all those people are out to kill your whole family. They're angry that they missed someone, so they want their revenge."
"Wait. Who's 'they'?"
"A gang. They call themselves Coltello."
"And they want me dead."
"Pretty much. I'm going to protect you."
"But what about the rest of my family?"
"Can you please take off your hood?" I asked.
He slipped off his hood and stared at me. He had short blue hair and matching eyes. He was hot, even on cheerleader-girl standards. I got pulled into the void in his deep blue eyes. "Anna?"
I blinked and shook my head to get back to the real world. "What?" He opened his mouth to say something, but he changed his mind and looked at the ground. "Hey, what's your name?"
"Aaron. C'mon, I'll take you to my place." Aaron grabbed my wrist and led me through some dusty hallway to some creaky stairs. We went up to the second floor, then up a ladder to the third floor. A hammock, some blankets, and various other clutter took up all of the space in a large room.
"You live here?" I asked, shocked.
"No. I stay here when I have to."
"What about food or water or-"
"That's all taken care of at the Agency. I'll take you there later." All of a sudden, a window shattered. I heard a ticking, like a bomb counting down. "Or we're going there now. Run!" he shouted. We jumped back down the ladder, and when we were halfway down the stairs, they gave out. I screamed as I fell through to the ground level. Pain shot up through my arm to my wrist.
Aaron helped me up, and we ran out to the doorway. The bomb exploded, throwing us to the ground. I landed on my back with him on top of me. He got up on his hands and knees over me and stared into my eyes. I propped myself up with my elbows and unconsciously leaned forward, slowly. He reached out and brushed my hair out of my eyes. He tilted his head and pulled mine towards him.
The moment was ruined when we heard people coming. Aaron helped me up, pulling my wrists. I cried in pain when he touched my left wrist. "What? Your wrist?" he asked. I nodded. "Hang in there, you'll be okay..." We got back on his motorcycle and drove away. I bit my lip to keep the tears in my eyes from spilling down my cheeks. A few minutes later, we stopped in front of a white building.
A lady in a black dress and matching heels walked out to greet us. She carried a clipboard and smiled when she reached us. "Welcome back, Aaron. And welcome to the Agency, Anna."