Mr Kelly began to speak after everyone settled down and formed into one group, I looked around as I stood at the back of the group, everyone wearing the same sort of clothes, ready to train. It's like they had switched attitude from normal day to day to getting ready to kill someone.

"We will get started in 5 minutes, so get your jackets off and head to your located room for the first 20 minutes" Mr Kelly ended his sentence and I could sense he was looking for me. His eyes searching the group as they split up into different directions, I tried my best to avoid him but of course, with my luck, he spotted me before I could leave.

I really wasn't ready to do anything in these facilities, the table full of knives and guns was constantly playing over in my head, giving me flashbacks of the basement. I wasn't ready. I can't do this.

"Miss Pierce, may I speak with you for a moment" he said waiting for me to turn around and face him, I slowly do so.

This man looked like he could kill you with a single backhanded slap with the amount of muscles he has, he had dark greyish hair, looked to be mid 40's and quite a big moustache covering the space between his nose and upper lip.

With his eyebrows furrowed, he opened his mouth and spoke, "You'll be able to follow Tilly around for todays training but after that I'll assign you where you need to go" he said finishing up his sentence, I stood there for a sec,

"I'm not training" I said, short and sweet, my breaths getting quicker as Mr Kelly grew with frustration and confusion, I could see him trying to read me, trying to read the conversation but I could tell he couldn't understand.

"Nonsense, you'll be training, you've got the gear on already" he spoke, grabbing my wrist as I tried to turn away and leave the conversation, I'm sensing he didn't realise I wasn't the daughter of an ex assassin and I'm just a girl who was taken from a tortured basement,

With his fingers gripped into my wrist, I could feel myself breaking, last thing I wanted to do was cry but I could feel the tears swelling up and flashbacks appeared of my dad hitting me, my mind went into overload and took over my body, I lifted my knee quickly and kicked him right where it hurts,

He instantly let go of my wrist and bent over trying to relieve some pain, his groan screeched through the air, making everyone's attention drawn on me, I quickly noticed the eyes peeling right at me and ran off and out of the facilities.

The cold air from outside hit my face as I shut the door closed behind me, my mind was going in circles but all I knew was that I just wanted to be by myself and away from that place.

At least for now. At least till I build up the courage.

I run towards the Marnock Common room, trying my best to stay hidden but it's hard when the tears are running down my cheeks and I can hardly catch my breath from running.

I reach the door and my heart sunk, the fucking fingerprints.

I can't get in. And I'm certainly not waiting for someone to help or knock on the door.

I pause and then I start heading towards the back end of the building where I remember seeing some trees that looked shady and quiet enough for me to stay for a while.

I reach the trees and decide to sit down with my back against the tree. I try to calm myself down by tapping my fingers against my thumb repeatedly, I don't know why I do this but it just helps me focus on the feeling I get through my fingers rather then the panic attack I'm having.

After my breathing slows down and my body starts to calm itself, I wipe my cheeks where the soaked up tears were and decide I'll stay out for a while, who knows how long the training takes until Tilly comes over to the building and I can come in with her.

A couple minutes go by and I start to hear foot steps around the building, getting closer to me. I re adjust my seating and get prepared to make up some sort of excuse for why I was here, it's not like I could hide my puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying.

That was until I saw him. The brown eyed boy walking past the building, I could see him in the distance. But I don't think he had noticed me yet.

But something was different. I was expecting him to be quietly walking with his head down like always but not this time.

Because this time his hand was holding someone else's.

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