I woke up in a cell. It was made of iron or steel. There was a glass wall and a small security camera at the corner. I tried to get up and tried to resist the burning sensation in my leg but I kept falling. I looked at my leg. There was a bandage on my leg but I could still feel the blood on my skin. There was also some blood stains on the bandages. My legs were in chains. I remembered when I was a little girl my dad had this room where he would lock me up in it and then supposedly train me there to become an army fighter.
He had these chains and I would use a bobby pin that I always kept in my boot, in case of emergency. I took the bobby pin out of my boot and once I heard the lock click I pulled it open. Dad he always... Dad, DAD! Drake shot him. Drake. Shot. My. Father.
I saw a lady walk up the window with Drake. She was no older than 30, she had red hair and these eyes that were a mix of brown and gold. She was smiling. She had this cheeky smile. She looked like me. Then I looked back at Drake. I started slamming on the glass.
"You will be sorry you idiot, you killed him. You Killed MY FATHER!" I yelled, crying in pain. Drake smiled. I wish I could slap him. Make him sorry. Show the pain my Dad got from the bullet in his head. The lady said something which made Drake walk away.
The lady pressed a button on a panel. Things came down from the ceiling. This time my arms and legs were tied up and I had a piece of cloth around my mouth. She entered the room and started singing. "Mom," I said. She started untying me. "And they said you looked like him," she mumbled and then started laughing. Her laugh was just like my dad's. She looked into the light which made her eyes gleam a yellowish color it was unforgettable.
"Why? Why did he shoot him," I mumbled, "DID YOU ASK HIM TO? DID YOU?!" I screamed and started crying I put my face in her chest and started crying even harder. "Shoot. Who. Him? What happened?" she said. Her eyes got wider and her heart was beating faster than before, through each word she spoke. I removed my face from her chest and then wiped my tears off with the back of my hand. "Drake shot my Dad," I stammered "What that is impossible, it wasn't his mission." She looked worried "Mission what Mission?!" Saying it louder than I wanted to.
"Well, I'll find out what happened I think it's time you get cleaned up, come," she said smiling. But I saw her eyes they were watering. She took me to a room with my name on the door. She took my hand and scanned it on a small silver pad. "Accepted," the machine said after I lowered my hand, and then the doors lock clicked open. She pushed open the door and then I gasped.
The whole room was made of marble the floors, the ceiling and the walls. There was a king sized bed on the upper left corner, and the curtains were made of silk. On the edge of the bed there was an outfit. A black tank top with green army pants, boots and a dark green sweatshirt.
Dad used to wear that when he trained out in the garden for fun. "I'll be outside in the halls waiting for you, come out once you are ready and take your time." She said after kissing my forehead. Once she closed the door, I went to take a shower. It looked really complicated but all you did was press the temperature you wanted and then enjoy. I put on my clothes and put my hair in a braid.
I pressed the open button and walked out. Mom wasn't there it was just a guy. He was about 18 years old, with a brown crew cut with similar eye color as mom, a brown golden color. He was muscular. "Welcome princess, to training, would you like to wear gloves before we go training so you don't break a nail and have a heart attack," he smirked and started laughing. Do you know how a donkey laughs, well, that is how he laughs, "I hope you get free seating at the petting zoo, oh wait no, no, no the penguins will be there to beat you up!" he yelled but this time he fell over and started laughing twice as hard. Gosh, his jokes were even worse than his laugh.
Another guy came over, he had these brilliant blue eyes, and his brown hair all messed up and wild. "Mark come on I, wow, what's your name?" he asked me. I didn't answer I just looked at him. "You can change it if you want. Umm, do you have a nickname?" Nickname? Oh Great, this is an army camp, no one would like, Christi, Tina. How about... "Chris, is Chris." I mumbled. "Well, then, nice to meet you Chris. My names Evan, does Rachel know that you were in there?" he asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah... I am..." I said. "Who are you, HER DAUGHTER?" Mark yelled laughing. "Yes, yes she is." Said mom, "Wait, are you bluffing," Mark said, gasping as if he had asthma. Evan was watching me with his blue eyes, they were sparkling even without the light. He was not even smiling. I just looked away. "Well I better leave with Christina," she finally said smiling. "Christina?" Evan looked puzzled. "She means Chris," I said eyeing Mom (basically it meant I'm trying to be cool, for once.) In my old school, I wasn't exactly the "popular" type. I had like 3 or 4 friends.
My friends, Oh My God. They are gone, my friends. Why I should have left. I could run away. Tonight. Find Dad, and try to save him. I could relocate myself permanently, so they could never find me. Even if it meant giving up Mom, Forever.
