Chapter 3

It took approximately six and half hours to reach New York. Most of the time all I did was work. The pilot said that they have to take care of the plane and someone would wait for me outside the airport. As I went outside the airport dragging my luggage behind me I noticed a car. It was a black land rover defender. 

It was good but not as good as my car. As I was staring at it I felt someone coming from behind me and I felt my self defense kick in as I turned and punched him in the nose as I heard the crack. My reflexes are good.

It was sebastian. One of my asshole brothers. I don't know if they remember me but I remember them all. I remember them playing and teasing me when I was small at the same time I remember them leaving me when I needed them the most.

Sometimes I think we could never forget what we desperately wanted to forget. All the memories would be gone and I would be starting a new life, but no, then people would be happy.

"Sebastian." I said.

My face was emotionless. My eyes don't express anything. It was blank. My voice is monotonous. No one could detect a single emotion anywhere. There was acknowledgement and deep pain in his eyes before it was all gone away.

He looked at me but I could see the rage and anger in his eyes. But his eyes softened a little bit when it fell on my face. 

"You shouldn't have come up behind me" I riled him up. I want them to hate me. I won't trust anyone. I would never become a family with them.

If I even consider it he will kill them. I have very less time anywhere. There is nothing much left. Mission. I will probably be staying here for three weeks before completing my mission and going somewhere far away if I am still alive.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? I JUST CAME BEHIND YOU AND YOU PUNCHED ME. WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT?" Sebastian yelled while holding his nose. But there was a hint of proudness in his eyes when he saw the blood. Insane.

"Calm down now, you don't want to catch all the attention, do you ?" I said

He glared at me. If a glare could kill me I would probably be six feet under now. He clenched and unclenched his jaw. Then he rolled his eyes before once again glaring at me.

"Follow me" he said as he went towards the car that I admired. As I stared again he muttered something like 'girls don't even know or like cars'. He knew I heard it.

"I do know about cars. This car is a land rover defender and its horsepower is 221kW while its Curb weight and payload is 2140kg to 2261kg and 770 to 844 kg." I said.

He gaped at me in shock. His expression shows clearly that he was expecting someone more shy and innocent kind of. Well, wishes never come true. 

"Close your mouth we don't want flies to enter now, do we? And please start the car." I told him as I entered the car.I want to drive but I know I can't. He started driving, still not recovering from shock.

After a few minutes of time, he closed his mouth and stopped at a food court. While I stayed in the car, doing some work for my company's, he went in to get some food. He came back again after a few minutes and started driving once again before giving me the food. It's a pizza. With pineapple on top.

Okay…… how does he know I like that? Well, I don't care I thought as I have three pieces of pizza leaving him one. After a few minutes, I think he forgot the punch because he started asking questions about my favourites. Time passed like that as he drove. After hearing all my answers he still looked shocked.

Well the questions were how our mother was or how she treated me or how she raised or how she died, everything about her. And I don't regret answering him with one word saying that she is a bitch. Well, I think he didn't like the answer because after that he didn't speak to me anymore nor did I disturbed him from driving as his knuckles are already white on the steering and I have no death wish before the mission is completed. He silently drove, observing me from the corner of his eye and even glaring at me sometimes. 

Did I do anything to him? No. He didn't like the answers I gave to him. What did he expect me to say? That his mother cared about me and took care of me like a princess with an undying love and understanding like all the mothers. Well it sucks to think like that because then it would be a lie. A beautiful lie.

Sometimes hearing the truth is much better than living in a lying world. A world beautifully created with malice, hate, cruelty and everything which is harmful to nature. If a person is not ready to accept the truth then it is better to not ask for it. If not, the innocent will always suffer from this more than the person who said and who listened.

I shook away those thoughts as I instead plugged earphones to my iPhone and listened to peaceful sounds of nature that took away my tension and the haunting memories I get whenever I talk about her and the voice in my head that shouts at me "useless"  and the responsibilities that I beared myself on my shoulders. Just for a few minutes but it felt so good. 

But my thoughts were wondering about how he would react if he knew about some dark parts of my life if he was still shocked with these types of things. Probably angry at me. I sighed.