Hostage- taken by the gang leader

03- She's a fighter?

The next morning, I was awakened by the insistent knocking on the door. When I opened my eyes, a wave of anxiety had washed over me at the unfamiliar surroundings.

After a moment of sheer panic, my eyes found a photo frame I had placed on the bedside table and that was when realisation dawned upon me about the crazy events that had occurred.

This foreign room wasn't one in which I had grown up in but instead, it was one that I would sadly continue to live in. I didn't have anything against the room itself, which was so artfully decorated, but my grudge was more against the way I was forced to live here.

I tentatively walked to the door, not knowing whether I should bring a weapon with me in case of safety. I mean, I was staying in the house of a gang leader- anything could happen, right? But as I opened the door, quite the contrary to what I was expecting greeted me.

Stood with a nervous smile on his face was a man that could not be older than twenty. His arms were folded across his chest, highlighting the slight muscles in his arms and his lean body. His hair was a shade of dark brown and his eyes the colour of chocolate.

But more so what surprised me was the friendly aura that he held, the opposite of the demeaning one that constantly surrounded Asher's. Why was i even comparing the two together, just because Asher acted like he had a stick up his ass does not mean everyone here did.

"My name is Noah, Noah Williams and you must be Brooklyn," He declared and I let out a loose sigh. What was it with everyone knowing my name already? It was getting on my nerves slightly and made me wonder, did they talk crap behind my back before I came here?

"It is a strict policy here that whoever resides must know the basics of fighting, to protect themselves in need of harm. So can you get ready in about ten minutes? I need to take you to the gym and assess your capabilities. I will meet you in the kitchen," Noah continued and I nodded before shutting the door.

My mind was reeling slightly about two things. 1) If they needed to 'assess my capabilities' then they clearly didn't know about the previous job I had. Which meant that whoever was my set trainer was in for a slight surprise.

2) Noah had asked me if I could get ready in ten minutes and that threw me off slightly. Asking me a question meant that I had a say in what goes around here, what if I had said no? Would that have been allowed?

I shook my head slightly, reminding myself that he probably worked under Asher. That meant that NO one could be trusted, no matter how good-looking or seemingly harmless.

I slipped on a black pair of exercise pants and a grey sports bra, tying my hair into two boxer braids. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I was slightly unsure about how much skin I revealed. I was used to this being my outfit for when I worked out but who knew what type of people I was going to be surrounding.

On a spur, I put on a grey tank top before grabbing a bag that had my running shoes, a water bottle, my phone and my earphones. I stepped outside of my room, shutting the door quietly behind me before making my way to the staircase.

Walking down softly, I tried my best to avoid the creaks like I had been trained to do so in my old house to avoid my father knowing of my presence. Though a moment later I realised, this was no longer the wooden staircase I was so used to walking down but instead, it was made of marble and had a lush red carpet which already muffled the sound of my footsteps.

That thought allowed me to hurriedly make my descent before I froze in my tracks. There were two hallways I could enter but which one led to the kitchen again? Why was everything here so confusing and so gigantic? Was it to confuse the enemies that tried to breach the place?