Stuck In Hell With My Enemy

Chapter 7~

"WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!? WHO SENT YOU!" Carlos yells in his ear and you could see that he wasn't going to give up the information easily, so I walked over as calmly as possible and I stick my fingers into the wound on his shoulder, digging around for the bullet. He screamed in pain and was crying.

"We could do this the easy way or the hard way." I said while digging for my bullet still. He just nodded his head and was panting aggressively.

"P- please I'll t- tell you just s- stop please!" He sobbed.

"Fucking cry baby." I muttered while removing my hand from his wound, wiping it on his shirt.

"Talk." I am so done with this bullshit.

"S- some guy by the name of Micheal Jones hired me." He sputtered. I just sat there in pure disbelief. Clara's father just tried to assassinate me. What the fuck.

"What the hell do you mean Micheal Jones? Are you sure?" I grabbed his collar roughly and I pulled him towards my face, he just gulped and nodded his head. I dropped him and turned around now facing the way of Clara and the car. Why the fuck would her father be targeting us? Fuck.

"End him quickly." I mumbled to Carlos while walking away to see Clara. I heard the pleas of the dead man before the gun shot when off. I just brushed it off. It's my job. I'm not supposed to care.

"You okay?" Clara asked me frantically, checking my body from top to bottom making sure I'm okay.

"I'm fine. Get in the fucking car." I gritted through my teeth she just blinked a couple times, trying to understand the situation at hand.

"What happened?" She looked worried and that seemed to piss me off even more.

"Nothing, just get in the god damn car." I glared at her and she took a step back while shaking her head.

"Okay, whatever." She got into the car and we didn't speak at all during the whole car ride there wasn't even any music playing which made the car ride very uncomfortable. She just looked out the window seeming to be lost in thought.

Clara's POV:

What the fuck happened back there? And why is he treating me like this? Did I do something wrong? I listened to his instructions, so what the hell is his problem! I huff in anger and I move further into the seat, I can feel his eyes on me.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" I bite he just lifted his eyebrows and clicked his teeth.

" I wouldn't talk to me like that right now princess. I am certainly not in the mood for your little attitude." He looks pissed, but for some reason it doesn't seem to be directed at me. Yes, he is yelling at me, but for some reason I feel as though he's mad at someone else and he can't take it out on them, so I'm the next best thing.

"I don't give a fuck what you are in the mood for. Why don't you tell me what happened back at the movie theater?" I turn around in my seat to face him he just squeezed the steering wheel tightly, clenching his jaw.

"Nothing fucking happened, just drop it will you!" He asked angrily. I just scoffed and crossed my arms over one another.

"Obviously something happened because you wouldn't be acting like this if nothing happened!" I threw my hands up in the air in just pure confusion and frustration. He just looked over at me and seemed lost in thought before he pulled over the car and turned towards me.

"Your father just tried to assassinate us..." He immediately looked away and stared at the tree across from the car. I just stopped and blinked almost a thousand times, WHAT!

"W-what do you mean...?" I sounded so defeated. How could my father do this? To me? His child?

"The guy who was hired told me the person who hired them and it just so happened to be your fathers name..." He sighed.

"There's no way. Maybe someone used his name!" I though very quickly. There's no way my father could ever do that to me, right?

"I... don't know." Wow. He's not even going to try to think that someone might've used his name. Doesn't he have faith in my dad? I mean come on, he was the one who took him in when his parents passed away.

"You really have no faith in the person who took you in?" My voice broke, I was sad. I felt like crying. I really did. He just looked over and he must've seen the tears building in my eyes because he looked away as fast as he looked. He doesn't care about me...

"Are you going to say something?!" Now I'm raising my voice at him. I'm pissed now more than I was sad. How is he going to think that about my father, and not even care that the girl who's lived with him for almost ten years is crying in front of him! You know what fuck him.

I opened the door and I started walking out. I know I may look like an immature child right now, but it's what I need.

"Clara, what are you doing?" Kylo got out the car and starting chasing after me.

"Just leave me alone! I need time to my own thoughts!" I yell at him and I started sprinting away. God I sound like a child. I can hear his footsteps thudding from behind me.

"WHAT DON'T YOU GET ABOUT LEAVING ME ALONE!" I feel myself on the verge of tears. What is going on with me?

"CLARA WAIT!" Kylo yells from behind me and it just motivated me to run faster.

Maybe I should've listened to that warning because what happened next was something I never expected...

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