The Rich Orphan

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

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Eliza’s POV

I was not allowed to drive my car even though as much as I insisted that I was fine.

I was still very shocked and angry and felt that it was best for us to travel in silence.

  “Where are you taking me?” I murmured.

  “Somewhere I believe you can calm down.” Mark commented.  I grumbled, why couldn’t he just leave me alone and let me work out my anger by myself. I fumed throughout our car journey.

We finally stopped, I looked outside. Darkness engulfed us, not showing any information of our destination. Mark opened my door signalling for me to get out.

  “Where are we?” I snapped. I was extremely tired, my injuries were draining me from today’s events it had made me even more tired. I had slept in the car, however when Mark woke we up it made me even more grouchy.

  “Greenwood Cottage.” Mark shrugged. I spun around to face him. I tried to cover up my surprise and uneasiness for being back here. Was it going to look the same, the blood splatter across the room, the furniture shredded and ruined?

  “Why did you bring me here?” I whispered firmly.

  “Well, no one lives here. You have already broken into it. I thought it would be good for you to stay here” Mark revealed. “I was watching you when we were her last time and I found that your physical body was less tense and more relaxed, but your heartbeat...” He frowned. “It decreased dramatically. I noticed it always ran more quickly than usual, but when you are here it is normal.”

  “So what, I have been isolated from the pack?” I laughed, this was very original.

  “No.” Mark disagreed. “I have decided that you are going to be going to personal boot camp. I am going to be your trainer.” He grinned.

  “What!” I shrieked, there was no way that I was doing that.

  “It has been Alpha’s intentions for you to train for a long time.” Mark said calmly.

  “I’m not listening to him.” I scoffed.

  “We think it would be good for you, to train to release all that anger you have.” Mark explained. “You are already talented, imagine what you could be like if you had some guidance.”

  “I don’t want to be a fighter.” I stated my arms crossing.

Mark sighed impatiently, he knew there was no point trying to persuade me I had made my mind up.

  “Fine, let’s go inside.” He huffed.

  “Wait; is it- you know- still a mess?” I asked nervously.

  “No, after you came home, Noah had it cleared up and fixed. It looks completely the same.” Mark reassured me.

  “Okay.” I smiled. We walked up to the porch; I took the key from under the mat and slid it into the new front door. I walked into the hallway. Everything look exactly the same, there was not a trace of blood anywhere. Noah had spent a lot of money making this a replicate of the old hallway, however it didn’t feel the same; the wooden staircase didn’t smell old and characteristic, it smelt polished and new, but it had no emotion. The dining room and living room were the same; immaculate.