On A Mission

Joséphine Gauthier, 17 years old has a french dad and a brittish mother. But her mother is not really the normal-housewife-mother, not at all. Since the age of 3, Joséphine has received the best practice she could ever have, so that one day, she could do the same job as her mother. I think you got it by now, she is kind of a spy. When you learn that you have a mortal malady, and that you have no choice but to accept all the missions you're offered, the last thing you want to do is to fall in love and get attached.


5. I shouldn't have said it

"Fine, Harry. Do as you want, but you're not going to get anything from an alcoholic, overprotective and violent dad."



After I had talked to Molly, I felt really better. First of all because it felt good to let everything out, and also because I now had a friend. A friend that cared about me, and that knew my story. But I felt completely drained anyway, so I decided to go home.


"What are you doing here?! You should be training!" Mom said while taking her skirt back on. I just couldn't believe it. The anger started to boil inside me.

"What the hell is this?!  I leave for an hour and then you..." I stopped myself from saying it. I just couldn't.  "And who the fuck is this?!" I shouted pointing at the man who was now looking at the ground in shame. Good.

"This is not your business. Go to your room" she ordered me.

"With pleasure!" I yelled. I stormed up the stairs, slammed the door shut, and collapsed in my bed, crying really hard.  

Why wasn't dad here? He usually always stays on the couch all day, drinking. What would he do to mom, if he knew? I took a look at the big bruise on my arm. That one was for getting a bad grade in maths. Then comes the shoulder. What was that for, again? Oh, yeah, a guy came to my house to give me the homework I had missed for being sick. Dad thought I  was dating him. I lifted my shirt and saw the bruise from yesterday. I didn't give him the beer he had asked me for within 5 minutes. If he knew... He would probably want to kill mom. But if you think I would let that happen, you're wrong. I would never. Even after this.

What am I thinking? Mom could kill dad when she wanted to. She was a spy, for god's sake!   My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. After my sobbing had calmed down a little, I decided to pick up.

"Jo. Who is this?"

"Hey Jo, it's Harry!"

"Wow, you really have a gift for talking to me every time I cry." I said chuckling a bit. "Hold up, how did you get my phone number?"

"I asked for it" he replied, and I could sense the smirk plastered on his face. I guess I'm not surprised; he probably always gets what he wants. "And why are you crying, babe?"

"Don't ever call me like that again"

"I"ll kind of have to do it, you're supposed to be my girlfriend, remember?" yeah. When you go from no-friends to girlfriend, you don't forget it. "Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Why were you crying?"

"None of your business"


"So, why did you call?" I asked, getting impatient.

"I wanted to know when you wanted me to pick you up?"

"Excuse me?"

"If you're going to 'protect us', you need to be with us. So you're going to live with us until your mission is fulfilled" 

"I have to go to school. Plus, I don't think my dad is going to be okay with me sleeping at a guy's house." I said, not wanting to go further into the details.

"Why?" he asked, obviously puzzled.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well I do. Give me your address."

"Don't even think about it, Harry."

"Alright, then. I'll ask your coach. What's his name again? Mr Lively? He gave me your number, I'm sure he will be able to give me your address."

"Fine, Harry. Do as you want, but you're not going to get anything from an alcoholic, overprotective and violent dad." There. I had said it. Now he'll maybe leave me alone.

"Are you serious?! He beats you?!" he almost yelled. Telling from the 'chh:s' I heard in the background, he must have been in a library or something. Weird. "If you think I'm gonna let that pass without doing something, you're fucking wrong". And with that, he hung up.

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