Part 40

Part 40

When I walked into the meeting room it got deathly quite. Looking around for Eric and it seems that no one was willing to make eye contact with me. I went to Anthony and asked where he was, he told me that he accepted a mission and won't be back for a month. I wanted to scream, yell, kick, I wanted to fight any and everyone. How could he leave without saying anything to me, he's gone for a month, and it's never a guarantee that he'll make it back alive. I thanked Anthony and took my seat, what else was I going to do, it is what it is. It's obvious I pissed him off enough and he needed time to himself. It's going to be like this at times, he goes away or I go away, not all the time will we go together but I never expected him to leave without saying something to me. Anthony started where he left off but got choked up a few times whenever he looked my way. I never commented on it, just asked if he needed water.

It's been three weeks since I've seen him or heard his voice. Although, all of the gentlemen here has kept me busy with things I needed to learn, but when I lay down for the night I can't help but to think of him and how I'll react when I first see him. In all honesty I want to hurt him, but as much as I've been missing him I just need to shower him with love and apologize for what I've done. Most nights crying myself to sleep, mainly because my body is extremely sore, the workouts and fight training that I do twelve hours a day is killing me, in a good way. I was told that on my very last day of training I'll get the information for my mark, I'm excited. To be able to kill and not have to do time for it, it's nothing I ever imagined growing up in North Philadelphia but it's a step up and in the right direction. I'm here to serve my Country.

It's been a total of 31 days and there's been no sign of Eric and I stopped asking. I'm not showing anyone that I'm worried, although Jackie keeps asking me questions about what he's doing and where he's been. This woman bothers me to no end. I head to the meeting room, and my envelope was sitting at my spot at the table. I looked around and noticed everyone had an envelope. Waiting for everyone else to come in, I sit in silence, mind wandering, wanting to look to see my mark, but the rule is not until you're completely alone.

Anthony comes in, picks up all the envelopes, and tells me to go to my room because Eric's home. All but running him over, I take flight to get to him. I damn near knocked over four people on my way to our room. I bust in the door but nothing, running across the room to look in the bathroom, and there he was. Soaking in the tub with murky bloody water. He looked up at me, no smile, nothing. He turned his head in the other direction facing the wall. I guess the argument and his time away is what he truly needed. I left him in the bathroom by himself and sat at the edge of the bed waiting on him to come out. After three or four refills of the tub he finally came out, still no smile, not one facial expression.

I've been taught not to approach any agent after a mission because we don't know what they've seen or what they've been through. The voice that came out of Eric's mouth was frightening, it was deep and raspy "why are you here?" I replied the best way I know how, all the whole standing to my feet, walking backwards towards the door; "I'll leave." He lunges at me. His hand around my throat, my hands on his face. With every stroke of his face he comes closer to me, at one point close enough to kiss, right before I passed out.