FEMME FATALE

Chapter 2: Am I the reason?

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This were the words that was constantly in the mind of Bellatrix as she wondered why her father the Captain treats her this way. 'Am I the reason'?

"Sir, yes sir!!!" Sergeant Bellatrix responded with a hoarse and heavily breathed voice.

"Drop and give me 80"

"Yes Captain". And instantly she dropped and began the press up routine

"Count". He had also screamed and she followed the order.

"1,2,...5,... 10,... 20,... 30,... 45,... 55,... 65,...". She screamed each number as she carried out the order, she was getting tired as she knew she wasn't allowed to slow down but her core was aching and her shoulders were hurting but she pushed forward until she got to 80.

"Good job Sergeant and that's a wrap, prepare for camp and be out by 8". Captain ordered looking at his wrist watch and walked out.

She wiped her hands on her camouflaged combo trousers and rushed into her room for a shower. Her fathers' house was huge, almost a four plot of nothingness, her room was connected to the training room/gym and next to it was a public shower and through the hallway of the second floor lies the kitchen.

There was also a movie room, numerous guest rooms for his military friends all around the world who visited and also his lady friends, her father lived in the 4th floor that she later realized gave him the whole view of his compound, behind the house was a huge pool that ranged from 4 to 15 feet deep, she learnt that the hard way, the house itself was a five storied building designed like a Victorian era hotel, well, her late mother was the architect.

It was almost 8 and she had been awake since 5, training to assassinate the current president, well not really, but she felt that was the reason her father had been insistent on her training or maybe as punishment for the death of her mother; as she was almost as buff as him.

The man was a solid 80kg and had muscles everywhere which was why whenever she tried, key word on tried running away from home, he didn't need to call his military buddies to join him in the search, he always catches her and dealt with her however he sees fit. It hadn't actually been so from the start until her mother had died, few months after she was buried he took up to training her daily.

She was only ten when it began and had her first running away from home incidence.
At age ten the training began with jogging and a few sit ups until it evolved to weightlifts, bench presses, lunges and running in their treadmill for over 9km per hour every day, and now she has a purple belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, can take apart and fix multiple kinds of rifles or weapons and also a trained sniper. She was also 19, weighed 60kg and was 5ft 11inch, in university and would soon graduate but she was also a trouble magnet which led to the ankle monitor she was worn as soon as she tried fighting in secondary school and ran away for 48hours, when she was caught, Captain had preordered the electronic tag and it went towards her ankle.

He monitored her movement through it and also restricted her movement through it and that was how she said bye to her escape plans.

Bellatrix had gotten used to her training but not her captain or father whichever he preferred the most. He treated her like a soldier in battle field and not the child she had been, or the adult she was becoming, he acted like she killed her mother, treated her with disdain and was the least interested in her needs, she carried the guilt of her mother's death around ever since he stopped being a fun and loving dad, feeling it was her fault.
She felt her eyes sting for a bit and realize she was about to cry. Immediately she stopped her train of thought.