More then she thought!

No One Can Know

If anyone ever truly really knew why I had come back to town they wouldn't believe it. I can nearly believe it myself some days. Living with my father was never easy, we were both too stubborn to let either one of us have the win...or the loss.
The night I took his car and crashed it I knew would be his last straw with me and he would send me away. What I didn't know was where he was sending me, and where he had sent me was no joke and no joking matter.
The man my father had sent me to put me through intensive training, from, throwing knives, to guns, from bowing arrows to fighting one on one with so many of his men. He took no shit from me, and unlike my father who would feel bad about hitting me, to this man it didn't faze him how much I bleed and how many times I had cracked down and felt broken to the point of giving up.
In that small amount of time he shaped me into what I am today and why I am here today. The only thing is.....no one can know.......

🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍 I know this is short I will write more in the next chapter.