Looking into the eyes of a man I thought I had known, all I could feel was disappointment and anger towards him. My father. I couldn't even begin to think of him as that anymore. I just wanted to run, far far away. Away from this life, somewhere where they would never find me. That's only me dreaming though. I knew I could never run, even if I wanted to. They would eventually find me. They would always find me.
Stepping out of the car, the last words I said to him were ringing loud in my ears. I wouldn't take them back, though. I really meant what I said to him. I couldn't believe he never told me. How could he have kept this from me for so long? Even if we don't have such a strong relationship. I didn't understand. I still don't understand. All I know is the one thing I have to do now.
Walking into the huge silver doors, I almost gasped at what I saw. The real CIA. Not like SD-6 who 'pretended' and still pretends that's who they are. Coming up to the front desk, I addressed myself and at once, I was taken back to see Devlin, the director.
The first thing he had me do was to go through the agent application which wasn't exactly the shortest pile of papers. I sat there, not looking up but still hearing people go in and out around me, the pen in my hand not stopping from its swift movements on the paper.
Another man came into the room, one I hadn't seen yet. He was actually kinda cute, in his tall, agenty sort of way. One quick glance up at him lasted only a second before my eyes were back on the papers in front of me.
After I was finished, I looked up at him staring at me.
"And you are...?" were my only words to him as he continued to give me the up and down stare.
Brushing some of my red wigs hair out of my face, my fat lip was finally visible. I winced at the pain as I tried to move my jaw into a comfortable position. I could see him looking at me to see if I was okay, so I just tried to smile, even though it pretty much killed with pain.
"I'll be fine."
Looking down at my lap and the table was the next thing I did. I didn't know what else to do right then. I just found out I had been lied to basically my entire life and everything I thought to be true, that I trusted to be true, turned out to all be lies. I just wanted to go home and cry into my pillow for the next two weeks...and have a lot of margaritas with francie. That sounds like a good plan.
((go ahead love =]))