May 14, 2020 edited      

Not perfect but better than before. No plot changes 

Life was great! I mean it was flippin fantastic! I had a family who loved me and who I loved. My existence in life was to help those in need and protect those who could not protect themselves. It was my last year in highschool before heading off to university to become the doctor I have dreamt about since I was young. Yes my life was close to perfect!

Now if you believe all that then you are an idiot. That life I just described to you all only existed in fairytales. My real life was the complete opposite. Life sucked. I do not like anyone and could give a rats ass about helping others. I was in my last year of highschool, that was the truth, but there were no university plans. Maybe college, but even that was a slim maybe. I was kinda looking into the whole hire hitman route. Ok, maybe not but it was an idea. A pretty good one if you ask me. Oh and for my family? Yeah, well they are gone. I don't remember my mom at all. All I knew was that she died when I was really young. I didn't even know what she looked like. My dad did say I looked a lot like her but who knows. As for my dad, well he is gone too. Almost a year ago he had left to go on one of his monthly business trips. Long story short the plane went down and there were no survivors.

After that hit of realization that he wasn't coming back, and a quick stay involving Child Services, I ended up stuck with my moms sister for a few months. Six long months to be exact. To this day I wished they had never found her. Let's just say that things did not go so well. Trust me on that one. I don't remember being an overly happy kid, except for when I was spending time with my dad, but things changed after I turned 12. I never knew what happened but it seemed like one day my dad woke up and the man I knew and loved was no longer there. Oh don't get me wrong he never beat the shit out of me or anything, he was just cold. He was the one who pushed me to improve myself when it came to my training. One that I am extremely grateful for now but I never understood why it was so important back then and to be honest I still don't. The worst thing he ever really did was yell and/or throw things. But even though he wasn't always there for me or during his fits of anger I still loved him. He was my dad. The man that taught me how to do just about everything as far as I can remember. Now he was gone, and instead of the average kid who was never the happiest I was an angry, sarcastic teenage bitch. No, I didn't go around getting into fights, bullying people and causing shit. Umm...Ok that is a bit of a lie. I do fight and a lot but I never really started them. I just seem to have this knack for getting under peoples skin. I avoided getting into trouble the best I could. That didn't seem to work out too well. But I was not a bully! I despised people who enjoy picking on people who either could not defend themselves or just due to being smaller or different then themselves. I may have acted on Karma's behalf a couple of times when I spotted someone being pushed around and I may have taught them a small teeny little lesson.

Anyways, those were the reasons why I was on my way to live with my father's brother. A man who I had never met and just recently spoke to a handful of times. All I ever knew about my uncle was that when my dad decided to move away after he met my mom my uncle refused to talk to him again unless he moved back home. That was how we ended up on the other side of the country. I knew there was a bigger story behind that.

I was pretty sure my aunt was ecstatic when my uncle contacted her out of the blue. Hell I am not even sure if she even looked into see if this man was really a blood relative. She couldn't wait to get rid of me fast enough. My, so called, uncle called not even a full week ago demanding to be my new guardian. Not that she put up any kinda fight at all. So now that was how I ended up on a plane with my life stuffed in a couple of suitcases and my ipod pumping out tunes while heading to the middle of nowhere.

Born and raised in a city was all I ever knew but deep down I always felt I didn't belong. I was missing something. The only time I was truly happy was when my dad and I went camping or for hikes. It was the only time that I felt at peace. I guess I was going to have a lot of that now since from what my uncle described that he lived in the middle of the woods. Ok, I might be over exaggerating a bit but I wasn't paying to close attention when he spoke. But to be honest that was the only thing I was looking forward to, even though I would never admit that outloud.

The huge downfall about this little move was being stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees and with a bunch of strangers. Well that was until I pissed someone off enough to be kicked out of there. Just the thought alone had me fighting the smirk growing on my face. Let's see how long my dear old uncle would want me for. It helped knowing I only had a couple more months till I turned 18 then I would be free. Free to finally be me. Free to finally be alone. The thought made my smile grow. It's not that I gave two shits what people thought of me but my creepy smile while on a plane might set off alarm bells so I let my face grow cold. It was something I had to learn a few years ago. Never let the other person see your fear. Now I used it for everything.

"Excuse me miss I need you to put all electronics away and put on your seatbelt. We will be landing shortly." The flight attendant informed me. It is not that I have a problem with authority. I have a problem with people using what authority they had to make themselves feel important. I find that more often than not people are just oversized assholes with little dicks and have to compensate for it somehow. I looked up at the pretty petite blonde to see which she was and how much of a hard time I needed to give her. She seemed friendly and was just doing her job so I just let out a sigh and did what she asked. I really didn't try to give everyone a hard time. Honest.

After that we were soon landing and off the plane. Following the rest of the passengers I made it to the luggage area where I spotted my suitcases immediately. Thankfully. Now that I was ready I realized I didn't have a clue where I was going or if someone was picking me up. If I wasn't such a hot head I would have asked my aunt before I left. It didn't help that she just dropped me off at the airport main doors and sped off before I closed the door fully. Oh well I guess I would just try to find my way out of this zoo and wait outside then bite the bullet to call my aunt to see if she had any directions for me. Hell an address would be nice.

One hour later I found myself sitting outside on my suitcase leaning against the wall. I tried to call my aunt and surprise surprise there was no answer. Actually, I was a little surprised she didn't change her number yet. The woman hated me from day one and the feelings were mutual. Oh I probably could have made things easier and actually tried to be civil but I didn't. She made it very clear I was an inconvenience and couldn't turn 18 fast enough so I was out of her hair. Hell if I could have finished school, worked full time and found my own place that I could afford I would have been gone in a heartbeat, but that was against the only thing I promised my dad. I would finish school with good marks and strongly consider college. I didn't know why I decided to keep that promise now but that was the last thing I really had of his. It was the last conversation we had before we fought and I never saw him again. I felt the unfamiliar sting in the back of my eyes just thinking about those last moments I was with him before I got in control of myself again. In the past couple of years I had cried once and only once and that was the day I found out about my dad. I refused to start now. Tears were a waste of time and energy. All it got you was to prove you were weak. My dad drilled that in my head and after the first year of highschool it cured me of that real quick.

It had been almost another 30 minutes before the crowd outside started to thin out. The sun was fading but still bright enough to keep my shades on. I was starting to get annoyed just sitting here so I tried to call my aunt again. Taking out my headphones I scrolled through my contact list for her name. Queen Bitch. Finding it I hit send. Five rings later and the answering machine came on. I didn't leave another message. There was no point. I highly doubted she would call back. I wasn't her problem anymore. As soon as I stepped on the plane I was my uncle's responsibility. Well in their eyes anyways. I have been taking care of myself for years.

"How the fuck could you lose a...girl?" Some guy was complaining and sounded almost panicked.

"I didn't freakn lose her! I haven't found her yet!" Some other deep voice answered. The whole thing put a smirk on my face. I thought it was funny.

"He is going to kill us. Dammit! Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Number 1 minion said. Yes, I decided to call them minions.

Minion number 2 sighed. "He hasn't said much besides she is family. He is keeping things more confidential than usual. From what I know it is only the higher ups that know anything concrete. "Seriously how the hell can a teenager disappear? Let me see that picture again."

By this time the crowd in front of me thinned enough for me to see the owners of the voices. I usually ignore conversations around me. I focus more on body language but these two almost had me in stitches. Now watching them had me almost laugh out loud. I had never seen two large and very built guys look so panicked before. If I wasn't so amused I would have been checking them out but of course the way my brain works I was looking for weak spots and not the level of hotness they may or may not have been. These guys were big and in very good shape, the way they moved had the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Their movements were too graceful. They were fighters but so was I. Now I wasn't that much of an idiot to think I could take them. I was stronger than girls my age, hell I was stronger than a lot of guys my age, and in pretty good shape but no matter what I knew they were still stronger than I was. But in reality all it would take was a well placed foot to the side of the knee and a punch in the throat that would give me enough time to run. A smart fighter always knew when to run and fight another day.

I was staring too long and I knew it but watching these two bicker like a couple old ladies was just too amusing. When I heard a faint jingle and minion number 2 jumped I chuckled. It just kinda slipped out. It was enough to grab their attention though. They swung their heads and their eyes landed on me. I sat there on my suitcase with my knees bent and my arms resting on them while I stared right back with my eyes above my shades. I guess the smirk on my face did not impress them one bit. Minion 2 looked pissed and the other looked relieved.

"Miss Stevens? Where the hell have you been?!" Minion 1 asked, now looking almost as annoyed as M2 (minion 2).

"Here for about..." I looked at the imaginary watch on my empty wrist. "45 minutes listening to a couple of grown men bickering like a couple of old ladies. It was quite entertaining."

M1 pulled a phone out of his pocket. "We got her. Head back to the cars."

They stood there and stared for another minute before taking a step towards me. It was only then when I stood up. There was no way I was going to have them hover over me being that close. I really tried to play it cool but I had to admit that these two were a bit intimidating. It wasn't just their size either, it was something more but I couldn't place my finger on it. I had met my fair share of bad boys and tough guys but these two were still more. I am not sure if it was the scowl on my face or the way my whole body tensed but they both stopped in their tracks. M1 looked thoughtful while M2 smirked. It was that cocky smirk that relaxed me. I know it should have been the other way around but for me cocky means you have a weakness. Never be overconfident. Oh you can play the part when needed but never use it unless you're out of options. It is usually used to unsettle your opponent. I knew I did not look like a threat. I just looked like an angry teenage girl with an attitude.

"Your uncle sent us to pick you up." M1 said. He seemed to be the smarter of the two. Maybe in his mid twenties at most and looked a couple years older than M2.

"Really? And what would his name be?" Oh I was pretty sure they were who they said they were but I am not that stupid to just go with anyone.

My questions seemed to impress M1 while M2 just stared daggers at me. "Thomas Stevens. You will be staying with him since your dad..."

I cut him off, "Yeah fine. Lead the way." I did not talk about my dad, ever.