The Virgin's Fate

Chapter 20: Silas

One day in late November, I woke up to my phone ringing. I quickly slapped the answer button, hoping it didn't wake Pip up.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Hey, brobro!" Liv screeched.

I groaned and whispered, "What do you want? It's too early for this crap."

"It's almost four PM. And why are you whispering?" She asked. Then she gasped. "Wait, did you hook up with someone last night?!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and slid out of bed. "Liv, first off, be quiet. I'm still waking up. Second, it wasn't a hookup. I... I have a boyfriend."

She screamed and I held the phone at arm's length. "OH MY GOD THAT'S GREAT! WHAT'S HIS NAME? HAVE YOU TOLD MOM AND DAD? I HAVE TO TELL MOM AND DAD!"

"Liv, hush!" I hissed. "You're gonna wake him up."

"Oh, sorry," she said. "But did you tell them yet?"

"No."

"Can I tell them?"

"No."

"Aw, fine. What's his name?"

"Pip."

"Aw, that's cute. How long have-"

"Si?" Pip said sleepily.

I turned around and smiled. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Morning, doll. How'd you sleep?"

"AW YOU'RE SO CUTE I CAN'T EVEN!" Liv screeched into the phone. I hung up and pocketed my phone. I winced.

"Okay, I guess," he smiled. "Who was that?"

"Sister," I waved him off. "She's obnoxious."

Pip smiled. "She sounds sweet."

I rolled my eyes and sat down next to Pip. I laid back on the bed and sighed. "She is. I miss her."

Pip leaned over the bed and dug something out of his bag. When he sat back up, he was wearing glasses.

"Cazzo mi prendi adesso," I muttered under my breath.

"What?" He asked, turning to me.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, nothing. Nothing. I'm gonna go get a shower." I practically ran into the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it behind me. God, he looked hot. I turned the cold water on and stepped in.

"Si?" Pip called from the other side of the door. "I'm gonna head out, okay? I love you."

"Love you too!" I called back. I heard the door close and sighed.

After getting out of the shower and pulling my hair up, I dug my knives out of the bottom of my duffle bag. Unlike most assassins, I didn't like using guns. They were too loud and gave me anxiety. Knives were quite and, well, messier. I know that makes me sound insane, and I probably am. Being trained as a PA, I knew how to make it quick. Unfortunately, it dulled my blades. I pulled the sharpening stone out and got to work.

I spent the rest of the evening lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. I was thinking about every victim I've had. They all shared the same look in their eyes before I finished them off. I just kept picturing that look on Pip, Livie, and Shea. It made my anxiety kick in and lied there, shaking and silently crying.

I heard Pip's key in the lock at about 11:30. I sniffled and wiped my eyes, hoping my eyes weren't too terribly bloodshot.

When Pip came in, he was carrying a bunch of bags. "So, I quit my job today," he said as he set the bags down, still not looking over at me. "I hated that place."

The cogs in my brain started whirring. I had a plan. We had to get out of the state. And soon.