With a Pull of a Trigger

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

The Point of No Return

Reini blearily opened her eyes and looked at the man she shared the night with. He was faced in the opposite direction, his breathing slow and normal.

Andrew was still asleep.

Reini carefully sat up, grabbing the white blanket she had used the past night and wrapping it around her. She crouched to grab her clothes which were strewn all over the floor like confetti.

As filtered sunlight made its way into the room, she quietly crept into the bathroom, quickly putting on her clothes the second the door was closed and locked. After she dressed, she tiptoed into the bedroom, folding the white blanket she used and putting it gently on the side of the bed she slept in, quickly but carefully exiting the room afterwards.

She didn’t leave a note.

The feeling of guilt didn’t quite leave her. It remained underneath the surface, quietly simmering and waiting for the right moment to strike and make her feel bad about herself. She quickly walked to her and Eena’s hut, tiptoeing to Eena’s room and looking inside.

She wasn’t there.

Reini shrugged and quickly took some clothes, going to the bathroom to take a bath. The water was warm and felt good on her skin, making her feel fresh.

The guilt quickly crept up, making her pause as she was shampooing her hair. Her heart hurt and she was both disgusted and disappointed with herself, not knowing how she was going to tell Samuel what happened.

The demon inside her argued that Samuel didn’t need to know—that it wasn’t his business to know everything about her.

The angel inside her told her to just tell Samuel to know the truth. After all, he deserved to know.

Reini just stepped under the spray of the shower, closing her eyes.

Whether tears ran down her face or not was something she didn’t care to answer.

Nobody had to know anyway.

 “I knew it! I knew it!”

Aldrin looked up tiredly from the papers on his desk; his eyebrow raised at Clarissa’s shrieking voice. “What is it?” he murmured.

“Didn’t you hear?” shouted Clarissa, pacing back and forth, her hands clenched into fists on either side of her. “Didn’t you hear about Reini?”

Aldrin removed his thin black-rimmed reading glasses and tiredly rubbed his face with his hand. “Yes, I heard. Agent Banks please stop pacing. Besides pacing a hole in my floor, you’re also worsening my headache.”

Clarissa abruptly stopped pacing and directed a glare at Aldrin’s direction, walking towards one of the leather chairs across Aldrin and sitting down gracefully, one leg over the other. “So what, are you just going to ignore it all? She’s alive, Aldrin, and we know what will happen if she isn’t killed as soon as possible!”

Aldrin put his reading glasses back on and shot Clarissa a glare. “It would do you good to stop calling your superior by his first name. It is impolite and rude.”

Clarissa crossed her arms. “Now is not the time to lecture me about manners and good morals, Arlington,” she spat. “We have more important matters to discuss than my attitude.”

“I have a plan,” said Aldrin, continuing to sign on papers, not looking at Clarissa. “I suggest you just get along with it and stop worrying.”

“You do? Well then, I should hear about it.”

“You will do well to mind your own business,” muttered Aldrin.