The Enemy

Chapter Twenty-Three

~Samora~

"Valentina!" I hear someone yelling my name from behind me. Keeping my eyes straight ahead of me I narrow my eyes on the target. I've had a rough start but once I learned to accept my fate and the fact that I'm never leaving this place, I've hit the ground running. For the most part I stay to myself. While everyone has been making friends and useless conversations I've been keeping to myself and sticking to my training. I went from completely sucking at everything to being the example for the new comers. I hate the attention more than anything, I just want to do what I've been sent here for and get the fuck out of here. My dreams are plagued with the images of my father snatching me out of my bed in the dead of the night and shipping me to this God forsaken mountain. I can still hear his voice telling me that if I do good and become a bad ass assassin then I will be able to go home. But that was four years ago. I Miss my mom, I haven't even met my baby sister. I'm sure this is some sort of punishment from my father but I don't even know what I did wrong. Wiping away stray tears I threw my dagger across the room. It struck the bullseye with a soft echoing thud. I often find myself feeling depressed, trying to figure out why I'm being punished. No one has come to see me and I'm not allowed to leave during our breaks to be with my family. The others get to see their families alot. They get sent gifts and pictures and monthly visits. Since I've been here the only thing I've received was a letter from my father telling me to stop being sentimental. It was after I cried because I was homesick and lonely.

"Valentina, your father is here to see you." My instructor put his hand on my shoulder and forced me to turn and look at him. I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach and though I wanted to take off running towards the dorms I couldn't bring myself to move. He made it clear he would never come see me so why is he here? I know I've been on track with all of my courses. I'm at the top of all my classes even my academic classes. The only thing I'm struggling in is French and I highly doubt he would waste his time coming here because I can't speak fluent French. There could be a million reasons why he's here but none of them makes any sense. The only thing I could think of as to why he's here is if something were wrong with my mom. I nod my head slowly at the instructor and walk slowly back to the dorms. If it's bad news I won't waste my time rushing to hear it. Even if it is bad news I doubt it would be a good enough reason for him to let me leave this place.

Once I make it my room my father's poor excuses for body guards pat me down. Taking their time to check me for weapons. As if I came here to kill him. I wouldn't even know he was here if he didn't so callously send someone to come get me. He could have came to find me himself. I'm his daughter for God sakes. The least he could do is treat me like it instead of treating me like some contagious disease. The body guard licks his lips at me while looking me up and down once he's done checking me for nonexistent weapons. Scowling at him I open the door to my room and find my father sitting at my desk flipping through the pages of my diary.