Broken

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

How I Ended Up Here Part 1

I woke up in a room a bare white room. What the hell? Where the hells my mother? What had she done to my room?

"moth..." I stopped what I was saying as it all came flooding back to me.

It was the same as every single morning had been for the last year. I would forget where I was. I would think I was back home in England. I would be back in my own life.

But I wasn't. I was here in base.

In Division. 

Division is a black ops branch of the government's which is still unknown to the general public.  It's where children from the ages of sixteen to nineteen would be trained to become assassins.  It's where people would be forced to adapt, learn skills in order to kill or say no and be killed.

Ironic really, kill or be killed.

Usually young offenders who are going to be serving life sentences are recruited. Their deaths are easier to fake and they are given this so called "second chance".  They are then trained to use weapons, hands on fights, guns and look the part in order to do Jackson's bidding.

They turn them in to monsters. I see it happen all the time. The new recruits come in not wanting to stay. Then the learn to fight and believe that the kills they make are for the greater good. And then they turn in to ruthless killers. Killing when ordered without any remorse.

They are levels from one to four. After that you have an overall test and then you become a fully pledged killer/assassin either word suits.

Most like to use the word "hero" or "secret saviour" Haha!

As if.

But I'm not like them. These monsters. I didn't choose to be here. I didn't do anything wrong. I've never been to prison. In fact I never had been in trouble with school never mind the law.

Yet here I was.

I thought back, back to the day, the day where everything began to change. The day that led to the events which followed. The day it all began.

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It was my first day of school.

I was scared. I wish I had started yesterday like everyone else had. But it had only been four days since I got here. To this country, this new place, to this new house, mom suggested I take another day off in order to adapt and get used to things before I started school.

I agreed.

I don't even know why I did to be honest.

All I did was go out into the bare fields my "secret place" or so I called it back then and enjoyed the silence, enjoyed nature, enjoyed not having to see mom and Leo make out.

But the reason I mostly stayed away from the house was to avoid Leo. My soon to be stepfather. He tried to talk to me. I think we nearly had one of them father- daughter moments. And that could NOT happen. I already had one lousy dad, a dad who was full of empty promises.

My father. He had promised me he would always be in my life. He had promised me that he had loved me and mother.  He had promised me he would always be here. Yet he had lied he had left my mother and me I didn't need another so called father getting my hopes up.

Leo loved my mom and my mom loved Leo that is the only reason I didn't say anything. For her. But as much as he loved her if he hurt her, if he left her I would be there to pick up the pieces because one day he would even if he looked like he loved her more than my dad ever had. Even if he looked at her like he worshipped the ground she walked on, he would still leave her.  But for now she was happy. I moved here for her but that doesn't mean I was going to be playing happy families anytime soon.