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dinner with the devil

  I finished my shower, a dress was laying on the top of my bed, I sighed putting it on.

  I looked at myself in the mirror, a dark blue, long fabric sitting on my body.

it was the perfect size.

  Something behind the mirror made me turn my head, Raphael, he placed his hands on my waist, resting his chin on my shoulders. I closed my eyes trying not to fall under his spell.

"I knew this dress would be perfect for you" he whispered making goosebumps on my skin, I turned my body facing him,

  He looked me from top to bottom, finally resting his eyes on mine.

  He reached for his pockets, taking out something black. "I'm going to need you to wear this"

  It was one of those spy things to put on the ear so someone can listen to the whole conversation,

"Are you a spy?" I asked, he laughed.

  I placed the device on my ear, covering with my hair. "I also wanted to give you this" he said reaching for the back of his trousers waistline,

  A gun, It was my chance.

  He handled the gun to me. I looked at the object at my hands. Should I do it or not?

  I quickly pointed the gun to his chest, "do we have to do this?" He sighed, I stared at his eyes.

"There's no bullet" he added,

  I pointed the gun close enough to cause fear but not reaching him, I pulled the trigger,

No bullet.

  I closed my eyes in defeat, letting him pick the gun.

  Surprisingly he came closer, placing his hands on my hips. "I'm sorry" I whispered lowering my head resting on his chest,

   He lifted my chin with his thumb making me face him completely. The ring cold on my skin.

  I kissed him slowly, he kissed me back closing his eyes and pulling me closer.

  I pulled away, parting my lips just staring at his motherfucking perfect face.

"I don't think I'm ready to see him" I confessed

  He picked the gun, opened the cylinder and placed three bullets inside.

"I believe in you" he said low, handling it back to me.

  I kissed him again, This time as a form of a thank you.

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  I got out of the car adjusting my dress. A security opened the door, the sound of my heels clicking the floor.

  I scanned the room. someone leaded me to a table far from the entrance.

  A guy was already there, my father. He was wearing a suit. When I got closer to the table he got up, I froze.

  Flashbacks of him started coming trough my brain.

-flashback-

  I heard my parents discussing, they always did that.

  I leaned against the door to hear better,

"Why she has to get on my nerves, if she was a boy it would be so much better" A male voice spoke, my father,

  I knew that he was talking about me, a tear rolled down my cheek.

I was 7.

Focus Catherine, focus.

'Catherine'

'Catherine'

  I snapped out of my imagination, the sound of the device on my ear saying my name,

"Hello Catherine" he said, "father" I greeted, we sat.

  The waiter came asking if we wanted something, he asked for wine.

"So you finally want to talk to me?" I asked, "well I heard that you're now working for the enemy"

  I wouldn't word it like that but go off I guess.

"And all this years you were occupied killing people then" I snapped,

  He sighed "It's not like that, we do other things too"

"You didn't deny" I mumbled.

  We stayed quiet for a while before the waiter came with two glasses and a wine.

  He picked the glass and sipped on the drink, "remember that time that I brought you to the forest and taught you how to hunt" he said,

  I nodded still uncertain of the sudden recall,

"Well I was preparing you for something"

"And what is it?" I asked,

"Oh don't play dumb with me, I know that they're listening to everything that we're saying"

  He withdrew a gun from I don't know where and pointed at me, I heard elusive sounds from my ear as I took my own gun,

"Would you shoot your own father?" He and his fucking mind games,

"Would you shoot your own daughter" I replied already knowing the answer,

"We don't have to do this, you can just come with me", "you're more of a bitch than I thought" I said laughing.

  He pulled the safety off of his gun, I did the same. People around seemed to acknowledge what was happening, now they were running,

great.

  Someone busted through the door, I didn't have to take a second look to know that it was Raphael, I looked back to where my father was, he disappeared, what the actual fuck.

  Everything stopped around me, it was only me and a bullet coming in full speed at my direction.

  It was my time that was it,

  I played my role in life and I was going to the other world. I closed my eyes accepting my destiny.

  Ugh that was taking too long, I peeked opening my eyes a little, oh shit.

"Raphael" I screamed, he was in the floor bleeding.

"Oh no, no, no" I mumbled bending down, he was looking intensively at me, "Go after him" he said, a tear rolled down my cheek,

"No, I'm not going to leave you here"

"You had to be such a bitch" he rolled his eyes, "the best bitch" I smiled with my eyes still wet.

  I picked him up from the floor, making sure to look at my surrounding to see if my father was still there,

  He wasn't.

  There were people that I'm sure worked for Raphael pointing guns looking for my father,

  I helped him to reach the car, the driver already knowing where to go.

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I'm not sure about this chapter but next one is gonna get better, I assure you.