>>Rose’s pov<<
I ran.
I ran as fast as possible.
I have never ran faster in my life.
I did a quick look behind me, he was gaining. And fast.
I used my last wind to push into a faster sprint and ran through the door, locking it behind me.
“Good job, 5 seconds faster than last time.” Joey greeted me.
“T-thanks…” I said huffing and puffing.
“I think that’s enough training for one day, come on Rose, let’s go home.” My Dad said.
I said bye to Joey and the rest of the squad and followed my mum and Dad outside.
I started training when I was 18, along with my two sisters and brother.
We started physical training because when I was 15 I was abducted and raped.
Along with many other girls, I experienced something a fourteen year old girl never should.
I was just lucky to get out there alive.
>>3 years before<<
“I’M HOME!” I yelled slamming the door behind me.
“Well you sure do take your time.” My Mum said as I walked upstairs.
I went into my bedroom and jumped on my bed.
I wish I could sleep forever. Well, only a week left of school then its summer holidays and I can!
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
I moaned as I rolled over on to my back to access the pocket and pulled my phone out.
I had a text from Mary.
Yesss!!! One week left wooaahh! Xoxo
I laughed at her text and replied back with,
I know, stop texting me I have homework to do! Xoxo
I don’t have homework. I lied.
“Oi” Tim came into my room.
“Go away.” I said.
“No.” He said going into my wardrobe.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
“I’m looking for my top.”
“I don’t have it, get out!”
“Wow, you really need to stop dressing like a slut.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look at all your clothes…” He looked through all my top pulling out my bralet.
“You are a slut.”
“I’m not a fucking slut, get out of my room!”
“Okay, just give me my top!”
“I don’t have your top!” I yelled.
“Wow, calm your tits.”
“What the hell!” I said standing up.
“Well don’t use that bra to push them up and I won’t say that.”
I looked at him with a scowl on my face.
“Just saying.” He said as he left.
I hate my brother. I wish I was an only child.
I walked over to my mirror to observe what I was wearing.
