Uncovered - K.S (free reads .txt) 📗

Stepping into my new room I took it all in. The bed in the corner blue and silver lingering in the comforter, the headboard silvery and large, and the bed skirt matches the blue on the comforter. I never understood what the bed skirt is there for. Silvery white was painted on the walls to match the bed. A chandler hung over the bed holding a light. Soft off white carpet was placed under my bare feet it took over the room until it found the bathroom which had cream colored titles. Instead of a door separating the two, there was a blue curtains hanging over the intersection.

From where I was standing you could see the shower, very modern glass doors and six shower heads, also from this point of view I could see some of the sink it is the same cream color as the titles on floor of the bathroom. Off to the corner of the room I saw two French doors, when I’m guessing lead to the closet. Closing the door behind me I walked over to my bed and placed down my suit case on it. The closet yearned me to enter it and the pulling to it emphasized the more I starred at it. I made my way to the closet and opened it. Standing there in awe I studied all of the accessories, clothes, and shoes. Smiling to myself I wonder what my twin brother was doing. My wonderment got the best of me and I stalked out of my room to find my brother. Walking down the hall I opened all of the doors to find that he was in none of them.

Walking down the stairs to the next level I looked down that hall also to find that he was not there. I walked down some more stairs to the next level, let’s just say there is 4 levels and I was on the top floor. Running down the hall I ran into the room that was opened to find my brother, thankfully he was there with his friends. I gasped and covered my abnormal colored eyes.

“Um, Noah,” I whispered then I felt sunglasses put in my empty hand. I turned around to face the door, I think then uncovered my eyes to see one of his friends.

“Shit,” I murmured then quickly put on the sunglasses.


“What do you want Valeria,” Noah asked in a cold tone, everyone flinched in the room except me and I starred at him like he was crazy. I shrugged sadly, I was just going to ask him something but no, never mind. Turning I walked around Noah’s friend trying my best not to touch him. Taking off my sunglasses I started walking up the stairs to my bedroom. Taking out my 100 ways to spy book from my suit case I sat on my bed. I don’t know why I have to continue reading this, I’m not in class anymore. Sinking into my bed I thought about the ways to be a spy, easily you need to be sneaky and have a mission.

“Valeria,” my brother called from outside my door, I quickly shoved my book under my pillow as he came inside. His bushy eyebrow arched and he starred at my hand still under the pillow. I nervously laughed and slipped my hand from under the pillow.

“What’s that,” he asked walking over to my bed, he began to reach towards my pillow. I took his arm and turned it quickly, automatically his arm withdrawled and he held it looking at me like I was crazy. His eyes narrowed in determination and he yelled for his friends. Starring at him the whole time we both waited for him friends to come. Once they did, I saw my brother’s mouth moving but no words coming out. My eyebrows pulled together then Noah’s friend that already saw my eyes can over to me and held me down so I couldn’t move, or he thought.
My brother started going towards the pillow again and I sighed knowing only one way out of this. Kicking Noah’s friend in his baby maker I grabbed Noah’s arm and pushed it away. I moved up towards the head board and sat on my pillow, under my pillow wasn’t only my book, another thing. Another one of Noah’s friend came up to me, but he didn’t touch me. He stood there and starred into my eyes yearning me to get up. I began to do it but then remembered what under it and sat back down. I crossed my arms and looked away. When I looked back all I saw was a bunch of arms and hands coming at me. Noah’s friends grabbed me and pulled me away from the bed and I was having a hard time hurting them all, by the time I got them all off me my brother removed my pillow. He began to pick up my gun and I whimpered the way he was holding it.

“Don’t hurt my baby,” I whimpered running over to him swiftly taking it from his hands putting the safety on. My brother was dumbfounded but he shook it off then looked at the book. Recognition washed over him and I almost felt his heart sink.

“You’re just like Mum and Dad, I bet you’re selfish like them to,” he stated and it hurt like a bullet to the heart. I looked down at the ground my eyes becoming glassy. My lip quivered but I held back the tears that wanted to escape.

“I’m nothing like them, they took my heart and stomped on it and you dare called me like them,” I asked you could hear from my voice that I was beginning to cry, especially my brother. He starred at me apologetically.

“I don’t know what to think,” he admitted then walked out of the room his friends following him. Dropping my gun I felt my heart crack. He loves me, I assured myself. I don’t even believe myself. Running out of the room I grabbed my brother’s arm my eyes glassy.

“I’m nothing like them,” I repeated my voice cracking, looking through my ocean of tears I saw him mad.

“You’re everything like them,” he hissed and I whimpered, he-he-he can’t be serious.

“NO, I’m not I came back,” I exclaimed my breath started to stop in my throat leaving me breathless. Biting my lip I began to sob holding onto his shirt stopping him from leaving.

“Well, that’s the only different thing you did, and I wish you didn’t,” he sneered. Having the feeling that I had just been slapped then punched in the heart I let go of my brother.

“You’re right I didn’t come back, I only came here for a mission, but there is a
difference between them and myself, I love you, but obviously you don’t love me,” I choked out and turned around walking to my bedroom with trails of water streaming down my face. Locking the door behind me I walked to my bed and snuggled under the covers. Wiping the tears for my cheeks and I closed my eyes. In an instant the dark consumed me and I fell asleep.

Tossing and turning I woke up to the sun blustering through the window in front of me. Looking at the clock to my right I saw my alarm clock was just about ready to go off. Turning off the alarm I yawned and buried myself back into the bed. It’s so comfortable. Sighing I got out of my comfortable state and slumped over the bed to reach down and pick up my phone. Why is it on the floor, I asked myself. To lazy to think I shrugged and put it on the charger. Swinging my legs over the edge of my bed I stood up and walked over to my closet. Searching through the clothes I found a pair of light blue skinny jeans that had rips up the side and a loose black shirt, and of course my under garments. Half asleep I walked out of the closet to my bathroom.

Walking to the shower I turned the knob to hot, I love hot showers and I need to wake up. Closing the door I waited for it to heat up and stripped down. Stepping into the shower I let the hot water relax my muscles and wakes me up. After showering I quickly got dressed and put my long blonde hair that cascades down my back to my waist into a messy ponytail. Walking out of the bathroom into my bedroom I slipped on my black combat boots. Kneeling down on the floor I reached for my suit case and searched through it for my knife. Finding my dagger I slipped it into my combat boot to hide it. Standing up I remembered my eyes and ran back to my bathroom putting on my colored contacts I bit my lip. I hope no one can tell. I unlock my door and pick up my backpack. Walking out of my room I saw a shadow at the end of the hall and years of spy school got the best of me. Stalking over to the end of the hall I listened and hoped the shadow of the person would talk.

“Noah, you honestly didn’t even give her a chance,” a dulcet voice said, but it was a male. Stepping closer I tried to look but failed.

“Darren, you don’t know if she’s here for some other reason because she even said she has a mission,” Noah exclaimed and I knew they were talking about me. Biting my lip I took another step and saw two figures, my brother’s and this Darren guy’s. My target’s name is Darren, but I can’t know if it’s him. Darren Davidson, an 18 year old male, blonde hair blue eye lean but muscular, at least says my instructor who gave me this mission. Innocently I walked towards the stairs past them. My brother knowing that look gave me the death glare and I shook my head walking down the stairs but stopping when Darren started to talk.

“So, even if she does it’s for a good reason, common how bad were your parents that you hate your sister for no good reason. Your twin sister if I might add.” I smiled, he is right, he shouldn’t hate me for our parents being horrible people. Sighing I continued down the stairs and saw another one of Noah’s friends, he was sitting on the couch eating cereal. Plopping down next to him I poked him. He turned his hand and chewed giving me the ‘yes’ look with his eyes. Giggling to myself I shook my head.

“Oh,