At Any Cost | Book One of Exafortespent

By Alma Azura Celia All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Seven: Are You Insane?!

I drop my body lazily to my bed and sigh. I’m just about to check my phone when the door suddenly opens quickly. Shocked, my body jolts into a sit position as I look at the door wide-eyed. Dad walks into the room, and I sigh in relief. It’s just dad. But, he looks so... frightened?

“Wake up! We have to go!” He whisper-yelled. I look at him in confusion as he locks the door quickly. Go where?

“What’s going on?” I ask as I stand beside him, only to get ignored by him. He pulls the bed sheets off of my bed roughly and I just stand beside him and watch him struggling in a state of confusion. Why is he pulling my bed sheets?

“Just help me!”

I take a step back at his outburst and help him with the bed sheets. As we tie the bed sheets with the duvet, a loud banging and yelling can be heard outside my room door.

“Hey! Open the door!”

“Open the window.” Dad says. I run to the window and open it in one push. Chilly night air blows at my way as I look around the quiet road and neighborhood.

“Come here. Tie this at the feet of your bed. Hurry.” He shoves the bundle of bed sheets and duvet and I quickly take it and run to my bed.

I tie the bed sheets to the foot of the bed tightly, until the palms of my hands feel slightly burning. I pull the bed sheet again, making sure it’s tight enough, and take the bed sheets back to dad.

I see him pacing back and forth as I walk towards him. I give him the bed sheets back and he takes it quickly. He throws the bed sheets out of the window and says, “Jump, hurry. We don’t have much time.”

I grasp at the bed sheets tightly and climb up the windowsill. I close my eyes tightly and jump. I slide down, hands burning from gripping the bed sheets tightly.

My feet touch the ground and I quickly let go of the bed sheets, a scorching feeling already cover the palms of my hands and I let out a quiet hiss.

I should have climb down, not slide down. But who cares for now? Someone is chasing after me and my dad! And of course I have to hurry!

I wait for dad to come down impatiently, watching him climbing down the wall. He jumps effortlessly to the ground and yells, “Run!”

I whirl and run as fast as I can. I keep moving my feet quickly, so quickly I feeling like I’m kind of floating. I keep running, the deafening sounds of the winds fills my ears as my heart thumping against my chest.

I run towards a house and go to the dark side of the house, hiding from the lights of street lamps. I rest my back on the wall, panting hard. Dad jogs towards me and rest his back next to me, panting too.

“That was fun.” He huffs a laugh. I snap my head towards him, looking at him in disbelief.

Fun? Fun?! I'm scared to death and he says that was fun?! What’s wrong with that mind of his? Is the sanity in his mind gone at this moment?

“What was that about?” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, with a slight scowl showing on my tired looking face.

“It’s just a test, really.” He lets out a groan and moves off the wall, standing in front of me.

A test?! The hell?! I thought a murderer got into our house and wanted to kill us! And where’s the banging and yelling from?

“Come on, let’s go back home.” He waves his hand weakly and begin to walk. I move from the wall as a groan got out of my dry throat.

Damn, my body feels so sore.

I close the door behind me with all the power I have left and rest my body on it. I keep staying on that position for awhile, and wipe the sweat away from my forehead with the back of my hand and walk into the living room.

“Dad, are you insane?! I thought someone really after us!” I sigh and plop down beside him.

“Sorry, I just wanted to test you. Ready or not, something like that might be happening to you sooner or later.” He stares at me with apologetic expression and a sad smile.

It is a good thing, though. But, in the late night where a person’s body should be resting? And what should I do with my own room? Especially my messed up bed?

“I know. But, thanks to you, my room is messed up now.” I scoff.

“I’ll help you clean.”


“God, that must be very exhausting. You’re life getting crazier since you got the job.” Claire looks at me in disbelief as she shakes her head slowly.

“Yeah. I’m getting crazier each day I would be in an asylum soon.” I cringe at the thought, but chuckle anyway.

“I guess you are.” She laughs and then asks, “Oh, can you come with me?”

“Where?” I walk into the classroom as she follows behind me.

“To the mall. I need some new clothes.”

This girl really should control her shopping-hungered self. Because I know she already has a big pile of clothes, lots of it, in her room, too much to even fit into my bedroom.

“What? Aren’t you just gone to the mall last week with Mikaela?” I look at her with confusion and sit on my chair.

“I am. But I need more clothes.” She frowns.

More clothes, she says.

“Oh, and I wanted to buy something for Elliot. Oh, and aren’t you have something to buy for your undercover?”

“Nah. They already prepared it for me. No need to worry about it.” I say, slapping the air carelessly.

“So, would you come with me?” She stares at me pleadingly.

“I’ll come.”


Dad walks into my room, smile already placed on his face. I returned it unconsciously an sit on my bed. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He sits beside me, still smiling. “Uh, I’m coming here to say something to you.”

“Yes?” I look at him questioningly.

“You know, soon you’ll be moving for your job,”

“Mhmm.” I nod, getting a little confused by his words.

“I’m so proud of you.” His smile grows a few centimeters wider as his hands squeezes my hand gently. “And I’m always hoping that you will be a lot more better than I am now.”

“Uh, but, I guess it’s going to be hard. Because you’re already one of the top agents in your agency.” He chuckles lightly at my respond.

“No it’s not. If you keep working hard on yourself and job, I’m sure you’ll be more than what I am now. You could be like Mr. Warren, a chief. He is a very hard worker. And I’m sure, if you work hard enough, you could be like him.”

“But, it’s going to be a lot of hard work and times that I have to spent.” I frown, fiddling with my duvet as I stare at it.

“It is. But that is the price you have to pay to get a very honored position.” I nod.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m sorry, but you have to leave a week sooner than what you wanted to.” His face turns into an apologetic look.

“What?! But why? I still want to go and spent times with my friends.” I frown.

“I know, Sophie. But you have to. For your own good. You have to remember the places, roads, and other things there. You can’t get lost, right?”

“But, I can just use a Google maps or things like that.” I mumble with my lips still curves downwards.

“Are you sure you want to risk your life by opening a Google maps when you get chased?”

“I can remember it all later.” I shrug.

“No, you can’t. You have to go to the places often, remembering every single and littlest detail there. If you not, when you got panicked because you got chased, you could get lost, and you could get caught. And Mr. Warren would be disappointed.” He frowns.

“He already saw the potential in you. He kept persuading me to make you one of the agent. And I know this is your dream job, so I let him to. And I know, deep down inside that heart and head of yours, you don’t want to make him disappointed even just as little as a grain of sugar.” I nod again.

“That’s why I did this to you. So, move to Beverly Hills one week before the school years starts, remember the places, the people, and make Mr. Warren proud. Make me proud.” He smiles and put a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently.

“Okay, I will.”

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