Jonas shut the door behind me. I spun to face him. He narrowed his eyes, and sat at his desk.
"What are we going to do about you, Katara?" He asked softly.
"I don't know, sir." I whispered.
"You know you can't keep doing this. You know better."
"Yes, sir."
"Physical punishments don't work. Lectures, beatings, anything. There is only one version of punishment left."
"No."
"Yes. That one."
"No. Please." I whispered brokenly.
"Are you begging?" He asked amusedly.
"Please don't."
He walked out of the room. I cried into my hands. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. No. It just couldn't! The door opened behind me, and I took my chance of escaping. I bolted through the door and sprinted down the hall. Jonas was hot on my heels. I busted the front door down and kept running blindly. I crashed through a tree and kept going. I stumbled blindly into a wall. I sunk down to my knees in front of it. Jonas grabbed my wrist angrily, almost breaking it in the process. I didn't care, just sat there. This couldn't be happening. A lady stormed over to Jonas.
"You can NOT manhandle a little girl like that! Who do you think you are?"
"I'm sefenteen." I said hollowly.
She ignored me. "You cannot treat her like that!"
"She is my daughter, I can do what I want!" Jonas lied.
"You cannot treat a child like that!"
She tried to grab my left wrist. I yanked it away.
"Look here, lady. I don't gife a f*** what you think is going on here. I care that I want to go home and crawl into my f***ing bed and get some f***ing sleep! Now if you will excuse me, I hafe to go HOME!" I snapped.
She seemed surprised by my outburst. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"Doesn't what hurt? He is being fery gentle with my arm, so I would hafe no f***ing reason to be hurt. Get your f***ing facts straight before you stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
"Are you sure?"
"Get your mother f***ing a** away from me!" I yelled.
She backed up slowly. I sent her one of my signature death glares. She seemed scared of me. Jonas pulled my arm, signalling that I needed to get up. I stood up, my muscles protesting from the run. Jonas led me back to the agency. I had known I would probably not get very far, but it was worth a shot.
"Clean that up." Jonas pointed to the mess I made when I attempted to run for it.
"Yes, sir."
I cleaned it up as he called Pyro in. I mentally cringed. Put my own friend against me. He chained me to a chair. I didn't resist.
"You're taking this well." He muttered.
"No, I'm secretly panicking, but I'm refusing to show it. I know that I can't win in a fight against you, so trying to escape would be pointless." I sighed.
"Who taught you how to hide your feelings?"
"Harris."
"He did well. I'm impressed."
Pyro walked into the door, holding a raw potato. I didn't know, and I didn't want to know. She held it out to me.
"Katara, Shadow tried to cook again." She informed me.
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1D Meets the Assassin
Hayran Kurgu[Niall was sleeping on my bed. I sat beside him. "I'm so sorry Niall. I don't know what came over me. Would you please forgive me?" A tear slipped down my cheek. I felt horrible. I had hurt him. I gently stroked his hair. I knew he'd probably not wa...
