My Hitwoman

Chapter 3

Did I write in my diary about our hug? Pfft... of course I did. I mean it wasn't really a hug, since I was the only one embracing her but still.

After that night, Amy and I were kind of starting to get closer. And no, I'm not being my delusional self. I would be sending her texts and she would surprisingly text me back. She did keep her sassy and distant attitude but I couldn't help but smile like a dumb teenager at her texts. Whenever the conversation would die, she would send me cute pictures of her cat, Minky, and I would send her pictures back of my three cats.

However, that didn't last for so long because, sadly, all of a sudden she stopped texting me back after about a week. My messages were left on delivered. I couldn't help but feel confused and frustrated because everytime I texted her, I was being careful not to annoy or upset her. I was actually paying attention and she was extremely hard to work with. My attempts of trying to get closer to her seemed to work at the beggining before actually realizing it was all for nothing and that nothing had changed.

I sighed as I went in the living room and stared cleaning the mess off the floor, before my dad was back. It kind of became a habit ever since mom died. Dad would drink his soul off and then throw hurting words towards me. I always knew that must've been his way of coping with pain and I never let his words affect me. It hurt like hell though but I tried my best to convince myself that's he's just suffering.

I put the dirty plates in the sink before starting to clean them. My dad never hurt me physically. He wasn't always like that. I used to be his little "butterfly". That's what he used to call me when I was a little child. But as my mom started to get sick, he became all cold and distant to me and mom. It was so confusing for a little child. I never felt so alone after mom died. My dad's addiction got worse and I had absolutely no one. That was until I started university.

You would think it was all like "How can you be depressed while studying psychology? Just read your notes" Ha ha. Very funny, but no. What helped me deal with my dad were the people in there. I didn't had many friends, but quality over quantity.

As I finished doing the dishes, the door of my apartment opened. Dad was back home. I tried not to look at him, since it would only give him a reason to talk to me. He started mumbling under his breath as he struggled to open the bottle of beer. Being already drunk, it was hard for him to use any strenght to do anything. "DON'T YOU SEE I'M STRUGGLING?? HELP ME OUT!!" He snapped at me. I widened my eyes a bit before quickly going and opening the bottle for him. He threw himself on the couch and turned of the TV while drinking from his beer. "Goddamn stupid child. No wonder your mom left us." He mumbled under his breath.

I bit my tongue. Does he really think it was my fault? I mean... after all they say drunk words are sober thoughts. It was the first time his words actually hit a weak spot in my heart. I fought back my tears and went to my room, sitting on my bed and panting as I tried to calm myself down. He's just drunk. He didn't mean it. I took a deep breath. Could've he possibly thought that I was the one driving mom sick? I stood up and put on my running shoes. I had to get out of that apartment.

I started running down the sidewalk. The sun was hidden behind the clouds and I could feel a cold breeze brushing my skin. After a while, I stopped in the park, sitting on the bench while panting. Geez I was tryna have one of those moments but forgot how much I suck in sports. I leaned back against the bench, trying to catch my breath. "Jesus Christ..." I mutter under my breath.

I just stood there on that bench, actually enjoying the quiet atmosphere but guess what? That's when I saw her. Amy was running past the park as a dog pulled her after him. She was wearing a pair of leggins and one of those tight sports jacket that made her fit figure make me want to pass out. Ohmygod.