September 2009, New Jersey
"your stance is weak, get your head in the game" my dad yelled as he floored me and my fifteen years old body hit the floor hard with a thunk. He stretched out his hand to help me up but I've known that trick by now so I feigned to take his hand and I drew him in towards me faking to give him a head butt but kneed him in the ribs as I flipped myself over unto his back, bringing him to the floor.
He tapped the floor twice and I let go.
"good girl, your left defenses are still weak but good practice for today" he said getting up from the floor like he was not just bested by a 15 years old girl.
"thank you sir," I replied staring at him expectantly waiting his instructions.
"you can take a break from the evening classes" he said gulping down a bottle of water.
I shifted nervously to the other foot, scared to ask him about the sleepover at Harriet's house.
"spit it out" he said dryly, attacking the punching bag in our makeshift gym attached to a three bedroom bungalow.
"I was wondering if I could have a sleepover at Harriet's house tonight....." I said looking at the different wears on the carpet that marked our training spot. I took a risk to look up and found him glaring at me.
"....sir," I quickly added.
He was quiet for a while before he spoke up again.
"what's the drill?" he asked facing the punch bag again.
"there are three exits from Harriet's house; 1 is through her parents' bathroom window which is in the top floor, the next is through the attic that leads to the shed out on the driveway and the third is through the closet. Duration of time spent would be two hours and always stick to the play cards, never go out of script" I said letting him know how far my training has come.
My father and I have always had each other since my mum died during a break-in when I was three; we have never been apart literally. At the early age of four I've been prepped for the worst situation, hand to hand combat, weapon training and my preferred weapon of choice is the Russian steel blade; quick and noiseless. My last birthday gift was an AW50 sniper rifle and the birthday party was at a private firing range. I have been home schooled all my life. After years of background checks, my dad finally let me talk to the neighbors; the Stefan's. Years later, Harriet and I became friends but she has never known about the secret my father has always trained me for.
For a minute, I thought he was going to refuse because he just kept punching the bag until he gave out a sigh of frustration.
"today is an exception, so make it three hours and no later than that so I expect you here at 2300 hours, got it" he asked giving me a hard stare.
"yes sir" I said with a slight nod of my head waiting for him to release me to go.
"you're free to go" he said and with that I dashed to my room to get ready. What I didn't tell him was that we were actually going for a party and if luck is in my favor, I would probably be back before my curfew.
My wardrobe was a mess with my father always picking combat jeans and sweaters every time we go shopping. The workouts I have been doing lately brought out my plump ass and c-cups. Being almost 6 foot, I am the tallest of my study group of which Harriet's the only one I am closest to. I found a skinny combat jean, whipped out a pocket knife and did a cut across the knee patch that made it look rugged, picked out a black tank top and matched with a low top black converse.
My ebony hair was a curly mess,it was the one thing I hated about my body, no hot iron could straighten out those curls and they were always in my face. I put a brush through it and packed it up in a high ponytail. I had no make-up since I naturally hated the stuff so I beeped Harriet that I was on my way to her house.
The walk to her house was a short one as we were neighbors. By the time I got there she was ready. We waited for her friend Lucy who was a Sophomore to pick us up.
"so about Erin, what do you think" she asked gushing about the new guy whose accent was totally cliché.
I just shrugged and tapped my feet impatiently. My gut was twisting on its knots, something was not right and the first rule of my training is to always follow your gut, it leads your head. Her parents went for a club meeting of some sorts, she was an only child so it was easy to manipulate her parents to getting her wish.
Something was off and if I didn't act, something terrible will happen.
"oh my god, Ash would you relax your dad would never find out and totes on the outfit by the way you've got spunk" she said still spinning in the chair she's been on since I walked into her room.
"when did I arrive here?" I asked getting impatient
"gee, don't know, I'm not a mobile clock" she replied ticking off her nails.
"6:15" I muttered to myself and it's been thirty minutes considering the fact that Lucy's house was a ten minutes walk . I got up and started pacing, going through all the options in my head.
"call her again" I stated, she lazily picked up her phone from her dresser and dialed her number. She put it on speaker, it rang for three minutes before someone picked up.
"Harry, run they are coming, run. Tell Ash that I know, run..." her words were cut off by her screams as we heard a scuffle and like a body being dragged and even though it sounded weird but we heard growling and the sound of limbs being torn apart.
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So this is my comeback story after I took Reign down to work on it and avoid cliche stories. Please be nice, leave a comment and vote. Let me know what you think of Ashley and her father's method of training, because it gets spicier. Thanks . *muah*
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