Skye
I stared at the black figure on the screen in front of me, waiting for boss' answer while continuing to hide how much I'm hurting.
He sighed and seemed to massage his temples with his hand for a few seconds then said, "You." I think my brain legitimately exploded, also pretty sure I stopped breathing. I finally blinked, mouth probably gaping open a little.
"What?" I asked, I must've heard him wrong. There's no way he actually said me, no way.
"You, Skye." He repeated, sounded ridiculously odd hearing him say my actual name. I continuously went to say something but each time stopped myself, I eventually stood up and started walking around the room doing the same thing.
"Wh— How? When? What the actual fuck." I was finally able to spit out.
"I know that's odd to take in, but—"
"Hell yeah it is. So please start explaining before I implode." I cut him off, not caring that he is still my boss.
He sighed, sounding frustrated and continued, "I was about to before you cut me off. But. As I was about to say I need you to sit and listen."
I rolled my eyes and retorted, "I'm not five but okay," and sat back down, stomach wound blaring in pain.
"I understand you're shocked and confused but stop with the attitude. Now, to make a long story short, want to know how I got you out of the foster care system?" He stated more than asked. I nodded, confused by why the heck he's bringing this up now of all things. "The only way I could get you out without changing your identity and wiping the real you off the face of the earth was by adopting you." He finished, probably pausing to let me process that. It felt like the world literally flipped and flung me to another universe.
"What.... the fuck.." I mumbled in pure shock. "So... You're saying..."
"You're technically my daughter. Yes." He finished my question. This is too fucked up to be true. Right? Ugh I need Dylan to help this make sense, oh shit did I really say that to myself? Jesus..
"Is that why you're tougher on me than everyone else?" I asked, partially over my shock.
Boss chuckled a bit and replied, "Little bit, but it's also because you're the only one that doesn't get butt hurt over my strictness." I snorted and nodded slightly as I looked at the ground.
Then I kind of realized something and frowned a little and asked, "So..... You love me as if I was your real daughter?"
"Yes. That Henry guy was lucky that I didn't come down and kill him on the spot." He answered sounding pretty pissed. This is very fricken weird, my boss is my adoptive father? That's the most fucked up thing I've ever heard. I just sat shifting my eyes awkwardly. "I know, very weird and difficult to process. Unfortunately I need to ask you to watch over Agent Rose in her mission of finding a rat among us here, and find out how in the hell someone made it in here when they don't belong. I haven't assigned her the mission yet however, so don't say anything until she speaks with you."
I blinked in surprise and asked, "There's a rat in the agents?"
"Somehow, yes there is, and I need to know who as soon as possible so we can be rid of them before they blab about everything they know about us here. As for being my daughter, keep it to yourself until it feels right for others to know." I nodded, starting to force myself to forget what he just told me.
"Fuckin Agent slash daughter out." I signed out, most likely making him glare at me for swearing. I smirked sassily even though he is still my boss, but right now in this moment I didn't give a shit. He hmmed in reply, sounding unimpressed then ended the call. I left to go see Dylan while Kelsey probably goes to get that mission. Through the door on my way out though, I had to support myself with the door frame and put a hand to my still bleeding cut. Jesus christ how am I still bleeding? Least the jacket I'm wearing hides it. I was about to walk into Dylan's room after recovering but noticed a doctor suspiciously staring at me, I glared and growled lowly as I walked past. I got in his room apparently just as Lily and my sister were about to leave it.
"What happened?"
I snapped out of the daze I didn't realize I was in and responded, "Nothing. How is he."
"Uh.. Well, his heart rate picked up to normal speed for a bit after mentioning you." Kelsey answered. I felt my own heart skip a beat at hearing that but I just awkwardly stood looking around, not knowing what to say. Lily got that knowing look on her face and led Kelsey out of the room as she said they'll be at the pack house. I stood waiting for them to close the door behind them, then went to take a seat beside Dylan, but fell over and collapsed on the floor.
"Son of a bitch." I muttered, scrunching my face in pain as I curled up on the floor. Eventually I was able to lift my shirt and see that this cut is ridiculously deep and my body is apparently severely struggling to repair itself since I've been refusing to rest, resting would mean stopping to fully realize Dylan still might die... "Ow.. fucking asshole! Wish I could kill him agai— OW FUCK ME IN THE ASS HOLE THIS FUCKING HURTS." I continued muttering and ended up shouting in agony.
That doctor from before ended up coming in and saw me on the floor so he asked, "Are you alright? Do you need help?" What a fucktarded zounderkite, jesus mother of hell.
"I'm bloody well fine thanks for damn asking, I don't need help. I like laying on the floor asshat so leave me the fuck alone." I snapped at him, refusing to show him weakness since something is off about him. He seemed to glare at me then left the room. I managed to get my device out of my bag and dialed up my favorite doctor to get her to come help me. She was in here within ten seconds and helped me stand back up and lean against a counter.
"Let me see how bad it is." She stated, gesturing for me to lift my shirt. I did as told, keeping my snippy comments to myself since I know they're only there because of the pain. My doctors face darkened and she swiftly flew out of the room to presumably grab things she'd need.
In the meantime I glanced at Dylan and mumbled, "You better not be watchin my ass right now." Then I grabbed a super cropped tank top out of my bag, took my current blood soaked shirt off and put the cropped one on so it'd be easier for my doctor. She soon came back and stitched me up, even brought an extra bed in here for me to lay on so I can't keel over again. I thanked her and let her leave, insisting I'm fine now. I sat on the edge of the new bed, looking at Dylan's unconscious face.
I adjusted how I was to be more comfortable and held his hand, then heaved a sigh and whispered, "I hate those stupid fuckin assholes, that fucking hurt.. I wish you'd wake the fuck up already..... I—... I really need you...." I tried mind link again but he was still keeping me shut out, least I know he's still alive.. And can still hear everything apparently.. "Fuck did I actually say that out loud.. Whatever I already hugged you technically so I guess it doesn't matter." I muttered after that realization. I imagine he's chuckling at me right now, so I rolled my eyes. "Aight, can't believe I'm about to do this but. The walls are sound proof so no one else will hear this cause my yelling was loud as fuck whereas this won't be, and this might help you wake the hell up so I'm going to sing this song. Then probably kill myself out of embarrassment." I cleared my throat then added, "Anyways, here goes nothing." I brought the song up on my phone, took a breath and began in my true singing voice, for once not mimicking;
"You're the sound of a song and I can't get you out of my head.....
You're the calm in the storm, you're the voice saying come back to bed.
Maybe I'm just to tired to keep running...
Maybe you're what I never saw coming....
Am I in your head?
Half as often as you're on my mind?
If I don't make sense, please forgive me I can't sleep at night.."
I continued the song, my eyes closed most of the time. But as I got to this part I opened my eyes to look at Dylan's "sleeping" face because of realizing how true this bit of lyrics were..
"Maybe I'm just too tired to keep lying...
Maybe you're all I ever wanted...
Am I in your head?
Half as often as you're on my mind?
If I don't make sense, please forgive me I can't sleep at night..
At least not alone, not anymore. Not since I found what I never went looking for and now you're in my head
I must've lost my mind...
There's an empty space beside me, and I'll keep it that way until you're here
I need you here..
There was another face beside me but I sent it away, cause you're not here... here.."
After finishing the song I felt a tear slide down my cheek and wiped it away. I stared at Dylan who still hasn't moved at all, which was pretty frustrating but he did say it'd take awhile and it's only been not even a fucking day so. Fuck. I really am desperate for him to wake up huh?
I sighed and said, "Well, guess I ought to go home and sleep since I can't miss anymore school.... Gonna be weird not having my boyfriend stalker there... That doctor looked a little sketchy so even though you aren't conscious be fuckin careful." I stood up, kissed his forehead and stepped away to make a portal. I would try teleporting out but I don't think I have the strength. Before going through the portal to my house—knowing that Kelsey and Lily probably went to bed by now— I turned to look at him once more. I came out the other side in my living room and got greeted by a very excited Roxie, I feel really bad for having to leave her here all day. Poor puppy probably has to go to the bathroom... "Wanna go outside Rox! Let's go!" I asked/said excitedly, using every ounce of energy on faking happy for her and took her outside for her to go to the bathroom. She ran and did her business then came tearing back over to me happily, jumping up at me as I pet her. "Okay come on." I told her as I brought her back inside. I locked my door then did a thorough search around my house to make sure nothing happened while I was gone, thankfully no one else was here. I climbed the stairs to my room, had a quick, lazy shower to wash the blood off, got changed and crawled into bed. Even without enhanced sense of smell I could smell Dylan from when he was in here last, I mean technically I can smell him all the fucking time. Kinda hard not to since he somehow always smells fucking AMAZING but I am never going to say that out loud. He extremely strongly smells like a new car in a rainstorm, very weird things to smell like without ever being around either of them but that's the truth. Never going to ask him about it either because then I'd have to admit that those are my two favorite scents in the world and I don't want to do that. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep due to the empty space feeling I now have. Guess that song was more accurate than I thought...