Me in a gang? No, I'm in a family

Chapter 66: explanation?

If I had healed mentally, my life would definitely be different.

Dahlia pov

I know in the morning everyone is gonna be asking questions, I know they wont push me to answer the questions, but it will clear the air around me if I do. To see all of their scared, concerned, worried faces made me think that for once I actually cared about what happened to me.

I have a choice, a choice to either be with somebody I have feelings for or to be on my own again doing what I used to do best. Have close to no friends and live with my only friend.

I have until I go back to the hunters to make my decision. Otherwise. I'm not gonna be able to do it.

I wake up groggily, waking up to a unrecognised ceiling never goes down well with an assassin. I'm startled for about a minute before I actually realise my surroundings.

And last night-no this morning comes back to me, I get up, not making the mistake I made little over 3 hours ago and get dressed in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and doing my hair.

I've never cared about having make up, only on serious missions that i have to have make up on. And because I can't do it, I used to get my friend to do it for me, she used to cake herself in make up everyday, probably still does now.

But she was beautiful. I would be lying if I said in the first 2 months I didn't have a crush on her. She had black hair that went just above her waist, bright blue eyes that drew you in at first glance, she was about 5'4 when she was 15 and she had most of the boys drooling over her.

The outfit I chose shows off my back and some of my stomach, and I know that people can see my scars. But I know the hounds will take to it, so if that's what I need to make a distraction, its what I will do.

After I've finished getting dressed and packing up I go with the girls and meet the guys at Starbucks, we order drinks and food, and get a table at the very corner of the shop.

Then all eyes are on me, I'm guessing that the girls told the boys about what they saw, and by them looking at my stomach I figure I'm correct.

"What happened to you Dahlia?" Jaxon is the first to speak after what seems like years, but is only seconds. "Things" I give them a more than brief answer, he should know, he did some of them himself.

"Tell me, Dahlia please?" Jaxon says, but I shake my head, he sighs, "I'm not gonna tell you what happened to me, you were there Armstrong, but you were a trainer, you never knew what they were doing to us, so why do you care now?" He pauses, "I-i still care about you Dahlia, even though what we had isn't there anymore" he replies. But when I give him the silent treatment, he reluctantly stops asking.

It's only about 1 hour drive to where the hounds are located, I know that I don't wanna have to kill all of them. But if i need to I won't hesitate.

That's the way of life.