I ran to my room. I ran like an idiot. I couldn’t handle this. Elliot kept calling. I couldn’t care less. I want to be alone.

I locked myself in my room. He...He has been stalking me all this time.

“I know enough.” He whispered. I shook my head. "I don’t understand.” He bit his lower lip, hesitating if he should confess his secret. ” When I saw the van park multiple times near the bookshop. I wanted to know everything about you. Your family. Your friends. Your job. Your past life. In case we save you, we’ll know who to call. But you have...no one.” “Y-You said I used to work with a girl. The owner.” Now I’m shaking. He looked away, running his fingers through his short hair. “Fuck. She...She was kidnapped a day after you. But they killed her; she was trying to escape. But failed.” Every little hope I wished for. Vanished. Shattered. Destroyed by the asshole who made my life miserable as it already was.

Now I’m alone. Utterly alone. I sat behind the door, holding my knees, letting my tears fall. What’s the point of stopping them. Sadness was replaced with anger. ”I want you to kill them. I know you can.” Elliot’s words repeated in my ears. Kill.Kill.Kill. I stood up, looking at my shaky hands. “He’s right. I should kill him. No.No. I MUST kill him. I HAVE to. I WANT to.”

Morning came. I couldn’t sleep. How could I sleep when my brain wouldn’t stop thinking about the many ways I could kill him. I will train. I will do missions. Something snapped inside of me. Something that can’t be fixed. The light I was walking toward to. Turned into darkness. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive Elliot for hiding something like that from me. But at the same time. I would’ve been dead if he didn’t save me. I’m a member of the S.O. That means he is my boss. So I’ll treat him as one.

I haven’t changed my clothes since yesterday. Too unbothered to take them off. I looked at the numbers that were displayed on the alarm. 8:55 AM. Six minutes before the alarm goes on. Today is Saturday, and tomorrow high grated members go to missions. (That’s what John said.) Elliot said he doesn’t work on the weekends, which means...“He’s here.”

I pushed the heavy white sheets, moving my too-tired legs to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. The girl from yesterday is not the same as today. My hair is a complete mess. Dark shadows under my eyes. Puffy eyes from crying all night. I let out a heavy huff. I took a quick shower to wake up my exhausted self.

When I came downstairs, Elliot and John were already on their chairs discussing... whatever they were discussing; Breakfast was already on the table. They stopped talking as soon they heard my footsteps; I murmured a small ‘good morning.’ By they looked at me, I know Elliot told John what happened. Bastard. I took a sip of the bitter coffee, the only drink I could rely on so I wouldn’t pass out. There were a variety of pastries on the table, but all he drinks is coffee, can’t say I’m surprised. “I won’t be home tomorrow,” Elliot announced. John raised his eyebrow, confused by the sudden change of plan. “Tomorrow?why?” “Some members will be going on a special mission tomorrow, and I’m going with them.” “Oh, do you want me to come with you?” John asked, taking another piece of pancake. “No,” Elliot simply answered. I wasn’t a part of the conversation, so I stayed quiet. “Hey,” John called, to me, apparently. “Hm?” “Eat.” Wow. Someone actually cared. “Coffee is enough,” I said, looking at John; his blond hair was extra messy this morning, but he still looked good. Elliot kept glancing at me; I tried to not make eye contact with him. I finished my coffee quickly, so I could leave the place. Luckily, John stood as soon as I did, and so as...Elliot? “You’re coming?” I’m baffled. “Oh, um, I forgot to tell you. Boss will train you today, not me.” What the fuck? “Excuse me?” “Some things need to be discussed with the members.” I gave him a ‘are you serious’ look. “What?” He asked, looking between Elliot and me, totally oblivious to the position he put me through. I glanced back at Elliot. Who was smirking, totally enjoying the show, But it disappeared as soon as John called to follow him.

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I had a feeling that John was doing this on purpose. Telling me that I’m going to train with Elliot. Letting HIM sit next to me on the passenger seat; if he thinks I’m going to forgive Elliot for what he did, then he’s totally wrong. I stayed mute the entire ride; looking out the car window was my only distraction.

When we reached the S.O. building. The two guards immediately moved after they saw Elliot, bowing their heads. They treat him like he’s some...God. I don’t know if I should be fascinated or scared. We waited for the elevator to open; John pressed the second-floor button. When it opened, I only took a short glance at how it looked like. It was a floor full of glass offices with multiple men walking around holding files. John turned around to face us. “See you at twelve.”

Now we’re only the two of us. What a way to make this more awkward. Elliot took a deep breath before he pushed the fifth button. I couldn’t help but notice a gold ring on his index finger. “My dad’s ring. His wedding ring.”

“Oh.” the ding sound interrupted what I was about to ask. I took my key card to open the training room door. “Show me what you learned,” Elliot spoke, taking off his jacket and hanging it behind the door; He rolled both of his sleeves up to his elbow. At that moment, I told myself to stop getting attracted to every little thing he did. I coughed, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “Okay.” He got closer, waiting for me to start. I moved my fist in the direction of his face, but then he blocked it. Fast. Taking my wrist and then pushing my arm behind my back. I let out a painful scream. “SHIT!” “You should’ve expected that.” He whispered behind my ear. I tried to move out of his hold, but he held my wrist very tightly, which only made it more painful. “Let go.” I hissed. Surprisingly he did. “Hit the weak point. Not the obvious.” “Or I could just use a knife.” “We’ll get to that later,” he said, Trying to hide his smile. Cocky bastard. “Come on, punch me again.” He made a motion of his hand for me to come closer. I punched his stomach. But this short ’I’m proud of myself’ turned into a humiliation. He started laughing. Him. Laughing. “Oh sweetheart, you call that a...punch?” I can feel my face burning from embarrassment. I stayed frozen for a moment. I can feel my anger growing. Fuck it. If he wants to be punched so badly. Then I’ll do it. All the rage I had since yesterday exploded. I hit him directly in his jaw. Hard. To the point where I almost thought I had broken my fingers. He stamped back. Eyes wide. He touched his lower lip. Blood, his mouth is bleeding. He kept staring at me, then he smiled. “That is what I want to see.”