Trained To Kill

fourteen: test.

Jacob cleans himself off, scrubbing at his skin to make sure all the blood is gone. He stares at the dead man in front of him, shot to death. 

His instructions were to kill the whole family. The little boy, the teenage girl, and the father. But when it came to the kids, he just couldn't. He sedated them while they were still sleeping, but there was no way he was just going to kill two innocent kids because their father had gotten mixed up in governement business. He knew that if they found out he'd pay for it later, but he had been beaten and abused so much by them that it didn't quite hurt like it used to.

He didn't want to kill the man, either. Control claims that he was an enemy of the state, but he knew in the back of his head that that wasn't always necessarily true. The man probably had dirt on someone in Control that they didn't want to get out, and they needed to get rid of him.

But he killed him anyway. Because thats what he was trained to do.

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Don’t trust Matthew.

Don’t trust Matthew.

Don’t trust Matthew?!?! The voice inside my head screams. Don’t freakin’ trust Matthew!?!?! Why the HELL did Jacob leave me here with him if I couldn’t trust him?? And if I can’t trust Matthew, can’t trust Valencia or Nicole, can’t trust my friends, who on earth am I supposed to trust? Just Jacob??

I stare at the message for a good two minutes, too paralyzed with fear and confusion to move. Was he kidding me? Was he serious? He left me here with this crazy guy, and then just suddenly tells me not to trust him, when before, he said that I could? What the hell am I supposed to do? Just lock myself in my room and not interact with anybody??

Maybe Jacob’s the one I should be wary of.

I mean, he’s always telling me who to trust and apparently who not to trust. How do I know he’s not the shady one? If I weren’t so in love with him, I’d probably dwell on that question until I had convinced myself that he was the enemy.

But I know that’s not true.

I’m either being stupid, or being right, but I trust him. But then again, I trusted Matthew too and now that’s proven to be invalid.

I close the sketchbook and throw it back in the drawer.

I sigh and cradle my head in my hands. I don’t even know how to act around Matt now. Should I talk to him like normal? Avoid him? I mean, I just practically spilled my guts to the guy like 5 minutes ago. I really hope wherever Jake is he’s safe, because when he gets back I’m going to kill him for doing this to me. Leaving me high and dry like this.

I check the clock and it’s 8:10. With a huge sigh I slip off the bed and warily head off to breakfast. Who the fuck am I supposed to even sit with? I eye the table with Stacy and Jaden, and then the one with Matthew.

Stacy and Jaden it is.

It seems like Matt can hear my thoughts, because when I walk over to them he looks me in the eye and shakes his head with a smile. He uses the finger that’s not wrapped around his breakfast sandwich and points to the seat in front of him. Sit here, Karma.

“Don’t try to get sneaky on us, kitten.” He says with a mouth full. His baby blue eyes pierce my own. “Just ‘cause J.J isn’t here to- and I’m quoting him here- ‘tear that ass up’ doesn’t mean you get to bend the rules. No Jaden.”

I find myself lowering my head at the little phrase Jacob used yesterday, but I don’t say anything. What am I supposed to say if I can’t trust him? Jake didn’t prepare me for something like this. I wish he were here to tell me what to do, because I’m sitting here scared out of my mind.