The Point of No Return

The Point of No Return: Run.

Copyright © Geraldine Madamba 

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 *Hi, Tats! This Chapter is dedicated to you. Hehehe.

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"Ebony, get up. Training time."

Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked up and saw dad by the end of my bed, holding a mug of steaming coffee. He took a sip, looking at me.

My dad is 35, with blonde hair. Hair that was half covering his eyes. But beneath those were his blue eyes. A blue so pale and vivid that it makes you think of electricity. I, on the other hand, had sea green eyes and wavy jet black hair. Dad always told me that I looked exactly like mom, seeing as I got most of my physical features from her.

But dad and I don't talk about mom anymore. It was because she passed away. She died when I was 13 years old. Wait, let me rephrase that. She didn't die. She was actually murdered. My mom was murdered right infront of me. Her last words keep on coming back to me and I can't help but replay the events of that day over and over in my head. So the memories are still clear as day and etched into my mind. Almost as if she just died yesterday.

I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts and got off my bed.

"Morning, dad." I said with a raspy voice.

"Get ready for training." He said with a small smile.

Dad took another sip of his coffee and headed out of my room.

I took a really quick shower and preceded to change into my black jumpsuit. Then I hurriedly tied my hair to a sloppy ponytail.

I got out of my room and went downstairs.

Dad was nowhere in sight. Maybe he was already at the woods and was just waiting for me.

I made my way to the front of the house and opened the main door.I was met with a gust of cold wind. I shuddered and rolled back my shoulders a couple of times.

I really hated it when it was this cold. Even through my jumpsuit I could feel the cold biting at my skin.

I went to the front porch and sat down on the steps to put my black combat boots on. I made sure to double knot the laces of my boots.

I stood up and made a beeline for the woods.

It was actually nice to be living near the woods. Being able to live far away from other people meant my dad and I could feel at peace. Our house was a two-story house nestled along the beautiful and serene woods located in the middle of nowhere. Our house was dirty white and kind of old. The paint was weathered and peeling off in spots. But other than that the house was presentable.

We moved here 2 years ago to get away from something. I didn't exactly know what that something was because every time I pleaded for my dad to tell me who or what we were hiding from he would just say that it wasn't the right time to tell me yet. Or that he'll tell me soon.

Also, my dad started homeschooling me a few months following my mom's death. So I had no more friends. Not anymore, I mean. I only had dad as my company now. So after all that I didn't get to experience what other teenagers my age went through. While the normal teenagers was at school, I was in the woods training with my dad till it got really dark. Dinner usually follows after training. After dinner I study in the library where dad provided me things I needed for learning. Occasionally, he would teach and help me. But most of the time I was alone. I kinda liked it that way though. It makes me feel more at ease.

I didn't really know how long I was walking through the woods but the lake I just passed indicated that I was walking for quite a few minutes now and that our usual training area was near.