Chapter 4 New york

Were they shitting with me right now?

My brothers....... are they really taking me in?" I questioned her.

Okay.......now this is interesting. I thought they would not accept me.

She took a deep breath " yes, your biological brothers."

" Okay. Thanks for doing what I asked you to do." I said as I stood to go back to my- no orphanage room. But before I could go she closed the door.

How the heck did she move there so fast. Is she some type of superman that I don't know.

"Ruby, I know you wouldn't like this but they really didn't know when you came into the orphanage at 14 years old. " Melanie said. Like she knows. I know they knew about me living in the orphanage. I listened to them speaking.

"And......"I asked my bitch face in rest. If I showed my emotions I would break down in front of her. This is not necessary right now.

"You should give them one more chance. Please you have to live, ruby. Go back to your usual self ruby. I hate seeing you like that. I don't know what you think of me but I see you as my daughter. I couldn't see you like this. Please give them a try. I know you are going on some work because I know you would never go there if possible. But give them just one chance. Anyway, it is one year to go. Please" she said.

How can I do that to her? I know she is worried about me. She practically raised me when I first came to this orphanage. She changed me a lot. Helped me countless times but I am scared of showing my emotions.

She knows that I am conflicted and she took it as an advantage and softly said "please, one chance"

Well, one chance wouldn't hurt. Would it now? I wouldn't have chosen that if I know the consequence that I would have to bear. It is so hard for me to trust.

I took a deep breath and said okay. Even though it is a lie I couldn't see her desperate and sad for me any more time. She doesn't deserve to be sad. And for someone like me, she shouldn't be sad.

She squealed when I said okay. She likes to see everyone happy. She is a kid. Just her age is 40 years. She kissed my forehead and said to pack my luggage.

I went back to the orphanage room and packed my luggage. I don't have many clothes here. I just came here the day before yesterday. I hope George will send my clothes to New York fast. I am currently in Los Angeles.

The mission. The mission that I bounded myself even risking my life is the only reason I am even going there. The only reason that I am still living. In a way, the mission is what still keeps me alive. They may be my blood but certainly not my family. Blood may make you relatives but only the true love and bond makes you family and that is not something I am familiar with in the days that came.

As I slept that night, I couldn't help but think that I wouldn't let them in. Letting them in would take a lot of more time. The time that I want to personally take.

I won't. On the other hand, my heart is saying along with my mind to not trust anyone anymore. It is a means of getting hurt again.

I can't take any more pain in my life. But I am happy that there is a pain because if it is not there I wouldn't even know that I am alive. Pain is something that makes you human. It is like a friend to me. Never leaving for one second.

My mission is the only reason I am even going there. My mission. That is my last thought before I slowly fell into a deep sleep.

As the sun rays entered through the creaks of the window and fell on my eyes dancing, immediately waking me up I saw that the time was six a.m. Thankfully, the nightmares didn't come today.

I got four hours of sleep. I feel a little bit rested compared to yesterday. I did my usual daily routine.

As I wore a grey off-shoulder crop top and a black torn Jeans. I left my hair free . I put my knives in my shoes and the shotgun in the back of Jeans. Better be safe. Afterall I haven't seen my brothers in many years.

I took my luggage and got out. I gave the house, the orphanage that took me when I was desperate one last glance before I went to Melanie's office.

She gave me the documents and said " Your older brother couldn't come here because of his work. He told to fly in his private jet"

"Okay," I said and was about to go when she suddenly pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.

"Remember what I said ruby. Give them a chance. " she said.

I nodded my head and gave her a brief hug before going. The last time I would see her. A lone tear escaped from my cheek as it cascaded on my cheek before having been roughly rubbed by me. Showing weakness.

In thirty minutes, we drove to the airport before going in. His private flight is luxurious. There is a bedroom in it. With a comfy sofa and a chair along with the television and the wifi availability. There are two air hostesses and the pilot. They smiled at me when I arrived and I just nodded at them. They showed me the jet. One of the air hostesses who I forgot the name had given me orange juice as I sat in one of the window seat as the flight instructions were given and the pilot took off.

All I should remember is my mission. For my safety.

The mission. A new journey. Alone. I took a deep breath.