While he was away from home at work, the lady woke up from her deep slumber like a tornado. Her pounding headache had caused her to roll off the couch. Trying to stop herself from falling she had pulled on a cloth with no luck and unfortunately brought it down with her and fell onto the floor. The lasting effects of the hangover that hadn’t receded yet. Having thrown up her food on the beach, she was so hungry, she thought she could eat a horse. Not being able to recognize her surroundings, she became confused about where she was, but her hunger made her forget all of her worries. She tried to get up off the floor using a nearby chair for support, but with no signs of success, she slipped on the note he left her that fell onto the floor when she fell off the couch the first time and knocked over a vase. With her head still in the clouds, she found and read the note and raided the fridge. She stuffed herself crazy and passed out again on the couch. She stayed asleep until the man had come home again. She had always lived a carefree life, but this time around the days when she could continue being this way were numbered.
The shock that filled the man when he got home was priceless. He thought the girl had attempted to commit suicide once again! There was blood dripping from cuts of her feet, but she lay there snoring this time. He quickly ran to his bathroom closet to grab a first aid kit and began to disinfect open wounds on the bottom of her feet. He thought it looked like as if she walked on shards of glass without even noticing.
He looked around after cleaning and bandaging her feet up and noticed a trail of food from the fridge to the couch. He was bewildered at how at home she was. Even if he had been at his friend’s house, he wouldn’t have done this.
Sighing yet another time, he left a glass of water on a small table next to her after picking up the shards of the broken vase around her. It was actually the last thing he received from his grandma before she inevitably passed away. He was beginning to become irritated.
Most things never phased him in life, his sister depended for him to be that. Before his little sister was old enough to understand what was happening, their parents had divorced and then disappeared into thin air. He was sixteen at the time so for two years their uncle provided a roof over their heads with free meals attached. One day, a week after he had turned 18, the two got kicked out. A month after that he learned that his uncle was a double spy for America but his cover had been blown for a while and was killed in a “accidental” fire. That’s what the news said; he died in a fire.
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To not get separated, he adopted his sister and became her legal guardian and started working a full time job to provide the necessary medicine for his sister. Around this time, some agents who had known his uncle had reached out to them and offered a job in America. Although it was well paid, it was also dangerous; he’d be working as an inside man, as an informant of outside activities of shady secret societies. The agents who had known their uncle were impressed with his ability to stay calm even though his luck could not be worse. Without the help of their parents who are still missing, he had managed to provide the necessary items for his sister to stay alive. He managed to stay cool-headed even when he was fired from his job because of budget cuts. They had a few strings pulled and got him a job in America. Unable to leave the house without risking her life, the little sister had decided to stay at home to do what she could do to live on. Hold onto hope.
The first thing he received when he arrived in America was a cover job as a lifeguard and a small time doctor. Back in his hometown, for his sister’s sake, he’d been studying medicine and how the body reacts to each unique pill for a while now so the role was very easy.
He got used to the job fast; all he had to do was use his “free time” to hang out at places where some societies were based at and report any suspicious movement, this required for him to sometimes visit casinos where more often than not, a fight broke out. Usually unorganized, these quick clashes of fists disperse really quickly when given enough time. He had learned how to control the mood without ever sticking out. Nowadays it has become a second nature for him to control the mood so now, even the people around him in his cover jobs seldom fought.
Around his time the hurricane of a lady appeared in his life. He was caught so off guard it amused him. This girl seemed to be able to get on his nerves very easily. These almost nostalgic rare feelings that overflowed inside him because of the girl made life interesting again for him. His days had become a big routine until now, before then he felt like he was becoming a routine robot slave to his schedule. He had been choking on the rope he had set up himself.