Sought and Snatched

Chapter 6

Josephine's P.O.V

I had sitting on my bed for a good twenty minutes. I just stared at the blank gray wall in front of me. I felt angry, weak, worthless. How could a man like Samuel Brown run an activist group like the Indomitable that focuses on helping the less fortunate?

He was cold-hearted and ruthless. I couldn't be apart of this if he was running it.

What was I going to do?

There was a knock on the door. A short bulky girl came in. She had a pixie style haircut and her hair was dyed a bright purple. It was the girl that had knocked off the head of the punching dummy.

Great.

I shifted in my seat. She set up her bed and was arranging all of her things. Not acknowledge at all that I was there. I didn't want to talk anyway. After an hour had passed she walked up to me but didn't do anything.

"Is it broken?" I replied.

She smiled at me but it seemed forced. "No. It's just dislocated."

I sighed.

"Really all you have to do is move it and it should pop back into place."

I laughed. " I can't even feel it."

"I'll do it for you. But it's going to hurt."

I shrugged. She walked over and moved my shoulder up gently. The pain was excruciating. The flashes of pain sliced through my whole left arm all the way to my fingertips.

The pain made it hard to breathe for a second but I didn't make a sound or cry. The girl with the bright purple hair rolled her eyes at me.

"Look, Josephine. If you're going to be my partner. You can't act out like that."

"He's an asshole."

"Everyone knows that! That's who he is."

"But you're not going to make a difference by a few good punches and a temper."

"If you want to win, you have to place smart."

I stood up.

"You can't just know your moves you have to know your opponent's moves too."

"How?"

She grinned at me. "I would love to show you. But first, you need a splint for that shoulder."

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I woke up with my body aching all over but at least my shoulder was healed. Kinda. I didn't want to go to school today. Or ever. But I found some way to get up anyway. This time I just sprung for a pair of skinny black jeans and a gray hoodie.

I went downstairs to grab breakfast but froze. My parents were staying together at the end of the stairs with worried looks on their faces. Never a good sign.

"What is it?" There isn't anything else possibly worse they could do to me than getting a divorce.

"Sweetie. I'm going to be moving back to Paris, France with my family after the divorce is finalized while your dad stays here." My mom chirped.

"So by the end of the semester, you're going to have to make a choice. Either live with me here or with your mother in Paris." My dad muttered.

I was wrong.

"How is that fair?! If I go with mom you're asking me to leave everything behind. My friends, school, home. I can't just stay with one of you. I need both of you."