CHAPTER 5

I sat on the kitchen counter with the first aid kit by my side, tending to my injuries.

Staring at the broken porcelain bowl and the kettle still lying on the floor, i was exhausted. Still i knew that I'd have to clean up.

I packed up the kettle and bowl while cleaning up the mess they had made of the kitchen. Thinking 'How much longer do I have to endure this?. '

I could just take the evidence I'd found to the police, but it wasn't enough to show that they had a hand in my parents death. The other option..... Just killing them off. But that would be me just letting them off easy.

Sigh.

I hissed,dragging my sore body to the sitting room - that wench had banged my waist against the counter and the pain was unbearable.

My phone vibrated on the kitchen table as it rang,the familiar tune filling up the empty space. I picked it up, glancing at the unfamiliar number before answering it.

"Didn't i tell you?, Jason is mine!". I distanced the phone from my ear as Irina's loud haughty voice came through.

I kept silent, dropping the phone on a side table closest to me.

"Why aren't you saying anything, weren't you feeling so smug just because you married him?!."

One would have to agree, this lady was a bag of trouble. So pretty, yet so ugly.

"So,are you trying to shove it all up in my face that you won?!" - I mentioned dismissively.

"Yes!!" - she confirmed. "Your son and your husband are here tending to my every need. Pampering me and treating me tenderly".

I scoffed. My husband and son?. Was she trying to taunt me?. We both very much know that neither of both are mine.

"What's your purpose of calling?. I very much know that you have other intentions rather than just taunting me."- I was in a haste to wrap things up and i had no time to waste.

" There's a brown envelope containing the divorce papers lying on the table. I left it there, Jason has signed already "- I raised my eyebrows staring at the big brown envelope, no wonder she had called. Trying to smear salt on my injuries.

It's too bad........ I couldn't care less.

"Ok,is that all?!".

"Don't you dare try something funny. You wouldn't want to see my ugly side Selene" - she threatened,the pitch of her voice increasing.

I was so glad I had left the phone on the coffee table - I wasn't ready to have my eardrums bleed.

"I won't" - I smirked, before aborting the call abruptly.

I picked up the envelope, weighing it in my hands. It was light and weightless. Snatching my phone back from the side table,i made a call to another contact.

"Hello" - I smiled.

"Miss Woods, it's been a long time. I haven't heard from you in a long while". Listening to that same old enthusiastic voice, i felt my chest tighten. Almost as if my heart was getting compressed.

"Ah! . Professor Sanders, it's been quite a long while. I was wondering if there was still a slot for me at the Undercover base." My hands fiddled with the hem of my shirt.

I heard silence on the other end. Nine years ago, I had been given a chance to become an undercover agent for the FIA. Which i had actually rejected due to some reasons.

Now,i was unsure if I would be given a chance again.

" Yes my dear. There's always a spot for you here with us." - he laughed excitedly. " I have even had your passport updated,once every nine years. You can come over whenever you feel like it "

A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

" Really?!. Can I come over tomorrow?. Even when i have a disability" - I pat my prosthetic leg, feeling anxious and worried.

" Selene, disabled or not. You're one of our finest agents and as of the moment you're presence is very much welcomed. You can even come over right now if you want to " - he laughed, his hearty chuckle echoing on the other side.

" Yes sir. Thank you,i really appreciate it. I will come over after i sort things over on my end "- I replied calmly, feeling my tensed muscles smooth over.

"Sure, sure. Anytime,besides i owe your parents big time. It's only expected that I take care of their daughter now that they are gone".- he said briefly.

A mental picture of my parents flashed through my mind, feeling the tears threatening to fall. I thanked the professor one more time before hanging up.

I brought out the divorce papers from the envelope, skimming through it's contents. Scoffing at the ridiculously outrageous terms listed within the agreement.

The other party was to leave without any settlement or alimony. Only the things originally allocated to herself was to be taken.

Picking up a pen,i penned my signature before tuffing the paper back into the envelope.

I walked upstairs to the master bedroom, packing up my little belongings. Tossing and burning any memories of my relationship with Jason and his son.

It was dark when I had finished all of the purge. I looked out the window bindings revealing the dark skies and bright stars. I collapsed on the bed, sighing.

Tomorrow I'll move out, and get a Visa.