Estranged Lovers

Tradegy Is Blood Deep

This is going to be my first story that I actually am proud of. Hopefully, you like it.

I was what you would call a perfect spy; ruthless, killing machine. I have some flaws that made me a bad spy; familial issues and matters on the love side.

Jessica Williams McGunderson, informally known as Jess is me; a world class spy and agent for the CIA headquarters in England. I was returning home from a mission in Afghanistan. It was an impossible situation that required lots of skill and experience which I had.

I was attacked by a group of criminals, wanting to blow up the Meshrano Jirga: a house of elders. I was tasked to dismantle the bomb that would kill 102 elders that were placed in the center hall of the Meshrano Jirga.

I was under high pressure as I handled the bomb, deciding which wire to cut. The clock counts down; 3, 2, 1.

I quickly cut the lime-green wire, closest to my fellow agent that went with me on this case. I breathed a breath of relief as the bomb did not detonate. I was reminiscing over the mission as I walked into my pristine house filled with a loving family. I felt excitement as I remembered all the times my mother helped me through tough times.

I remember, wishing for her love and warmth as I battled through everything that's ever happened in my life. Her loving embrace always seemed to make everything better. I walked through the doors, excited to see the women who loved and cherished me my whole life. I walked through the pearly white french doors.

What I saw inside made my stomach drop. I felt shocked as the blood dripped on to my forehead. I looked to the red-stained ceiling, the thought sickened me as I quickened my pace up the stairs. I knew as soon as I smelt the nauseating, rotten smell of death. I rushed upstairs, hoping not to see what I thought I was going to see.

I gasped as I saw my mom sprawled out on the ground. I rushed to her and held her as I checked for a pulse. I didn't feel one. I felt my heart sink as I saw the woman who helped me through everything was dead. Why did it have to be her? I sobbed as I held her cold body. A tear dropped from my eye to her pale cold cheeks.

I examined her body and noticed a gash, just above the stomach. It looked like a stab wound. It reminded me of the times in the war when my friend of a year was stabbed in the chest, right into the house. The pain I felt then is like how I feel now but intensified 100 fold. I hurriedly grabbed my cell phone for my black Michael Kors purse. I quickly dialed 911 as I continued to search around the house for any clues.

"I need some help. My mom was killed. Why would anyone do that? She never did anything wrong. Why! Please hurry. It looks like a stab. Please. Help" I screamed at the dispatcher, distraught.

I walked to the main floor. I looked into the kitchen, peering only to see if the killer was still there. I saw that the coast was clear. I heard the distant sirens approaching.

I hurried outside to not smell the death soaked through every square inch of the house. I noticed the familiar red vehicle as I waved them over. The paramedics opened the trunk and jumped into action.

I watched as the paramedics brought my mother's cold, fragile body out of my house. I was distraught as the warm tears fell from eyes on to my flushed cheeks. I couldn't bear to go inside that house. I grabbed my keys from my pocket and went to my white slim sports car that my mother had bought me for my twenty-first birthday.

All the memories of the past several years coursed through my mind from my first road trip with my mom to Cancun to my mom being rushed to the hospital when she fell from a ladder and needed stitches. All the good and bad memories surged and I suddenly I felt an outburst of emotions. Sadness was most prominent as I reminisced my whole life. I knew I needed to get to the hospital so I got into my car and started the car.