The Girl Next Door

Chapter 5

September 3rd, 1995

Y/N's POV

When the plane finally stops the doors swing open. Guards yelling at us in Russian to get up and out. Natasha gently takes Yelena's hand leading her out with us. It was around sunset at this point.

They shove us all into shipping crates, I see other girls as well. All of us squished in there, fearful, cold, tired. I don't remember coming to the Red Room Academy this way, it was more like an orphanage, that would train you everyday, a very strict orphanage at that.

The door shuts us in creaking then a loud thud and lock sound. I cling to Natasha's side, as does Yelena.

We were in there for hours, and hours. It felt like we'd never get out. I end up falling asleep until the moving stops.

Natasha shakes me awake. I finally open my eyes, and the sounds of men yelling, girls screaming, and loud banging.

My heart pounds outside my chest, unsure of where I am.

The door swings open as lights are flashed in our eyes, men wearing full masks and gear point guns towards us yelling in Russian.

Everyone screams in terror.

They usher us out, forcing us to walk out. I follow close behind Natasha and Yelena in the dark of night.

Something about the air was familiar, I didn't know what it was until I glanced at the side of a truck that was barely visible until light was flashed on it.

Russian words.

I try to turn around to look at my surroundings till a guard yells at me to keep moving.

I was back home.

Russia.

Some girls were being separated which frightened me even more.

My eyes meet Dreykov's once again.

His cold hard stare and piercing eyes locked with mine. I defiantly keep eye contact. He doesn't scare me. I'm not scared of him.

I'm not scared of him...

He doesn't scare me...

Don't be scared....

I see his lips moving as he keeps eye contact with me. He finally breaks first.

I didn't even realize from stopping and starring that I had lost Nat and Lena. I frantically search for them when a guard grabs me.

"NO!! YELENA!!!!" A voice screams desperately.

I turn my head seeing the blue and blonde haired sisters being separated. "NO!!" I yell trying to break free from the guard's grasp. His grip tightens on my wrist as I pull towards the girls.

I look down just for a second and see Natasha in the back of a truck. "NAT!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I finally break free. The door closes as I run after the truck but only get a few feet.

They separated us.

We were supposed to stay together.

I stand there panting as Dreykov walks over to me, looking me in the eyes once more in the last 24 hours as he grabs the sides of my head.

"The Red Room is your home now."

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I sit there in the back of some truck, locked away in the moving vehicle with no escape.

It was just me.

Lena was taken.

Nat and I got separated.

She promised we'd stick together....

I whimper say tears threaten to fall from my eyes. Then the truck comes to a sudden stop, jolting me a bit.

The doors swing open as I was Injected with something.

Everything went black.

Then when I finally open my eyes I'm laying in a bed, not a very comfortable one. This reminded me of the same cell I was in a few years ago about to go to America, except this had 2 beds, and 2 of everything. The only thing the room didn't have was a bathroom.

The cold concrete walls bringing back memories I didn't want to remember, and now....I was back here.

The door swings open. I pretend to still be sedated asleep while another girl is laid on the bed. Once the door finally shuts I open my eyes and look on the other side of the small room 2 feet away from me.

I couldn't see their face, but I did see one thing that made her stand out.

Blue hair.

I get up from the bed timidly then brush the hair out of her face, it was Natasha. I gasp and shake her awake. "Nat! Natasha!! Natasha!!" I whisper yell.

She opened her eyes still groggy, I could tell she might be still under the influence of the sedation serum. But as soon as she sees me her eyes light up. She tried to move her arms but I instantly hug her crying in her embrace.

But she just stares blankly at the ceiling not moving, not saying a word.

Natasha's POV

Is this real?

Am I really back here?

The one place I never wanted to return to.

I don't even feel anything as Y/N hugs me.

I feel nothing.

Sadness?

Pain?

Joy?

Anger?

Envy for the children who have normal lives?

A loud alarm blares followed by a voice in Russian "все девушки отчитываются в коридоре.  следуйте за охранниками." (Report down the hall. Follow the guards.)

Then the door swings open. Both of us jump seeing a guard opening the door yelling at us. We scramble to get up and out of the room and see other girls just like us forced down the hall.

They separate us 2 ways, 2 directions. Left and right. Y/N and I stay close without making it obvious so they don't separate us, we're all each other have....

The room we're led to was dimly lit by 3 hanging lights, the walls with shelves of bags, rows and rows going on for what looks like forever.

Guards yell at us to grab a bags and then move to the room next door. Y/N and I hastily grab our duffle bags and hurry off to the next area.

It looked like a hair salon...

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Y/N's POV

I look for Natasha in the ballet room. Maybe she was in the next group? I hope not...

I haven't seen her since we were separated at the salon, what was taking her so long?

Then I see a girl, in a black leotard, and matching ballet slippers walk in. She looked like Nat but...she didn't look like Nat.

Her eyes looked different, as if there was no emotion, her hair....that's what it was...

They dyed her hair auburn red, her natural hair color, hiding the blue.

Natasha's dyed hair was the one thing she could control in live....

Her hair was slicked up in a bun like mine as she sat on the other side of the room.

A woman walked in.

"I am Madam B. Welcome to the Black Widow OPS training program."