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"KEEP YOUR DIRTY HANDS AWAY FROM HER." One of them yelled from a distance .

Dad flinched and turned to look at them. His emotionless eyes flashed horror but he cleared his throat. "What do you want pussy cats?" He snorted.

Guy number 1 and Guy number 2 , they both had marks over their faces. "Well, I guess you should listen to pussy cats." Guy number 1 told dad. 'Cause cats don't listen to any one.' With this , Guy number 1 took the knife from Dad's hand and threw it at the corner.

Dad stood there , too dumbfounded to act. Then a whistled wailed around the room and soon two big men entered the room . 'Ooooh... Looks like we're gonna have a interesting fight.' Guy number 1 said and cracked his knuckles .

Then it started.

The two big men ran for the two guys. Guy number 1 , instead of running for them grabbed a hold on the the light right above his head hanging on the ceiling and kicked their faces with one leg on each Of their face .The two men fell instantly on the ground.

Meanwhile Dad rushed for the knife but was caught by the Guy number 2 who was apparently waiting for him and threw Dad a hard punch on his face.

ouch!

Dad groaned in pain as he held his nose which was apparently broken. Dad stumbled and not until Guy number 2 kicked him in the stomach, he fell on the floor with a loud thud.

One of the big man recovered and threw a kick in the Guy number 1's  stomach who was trying to untie me .

Guy number 2 ran to help his fellow. 'Behind you!' I yelled at the Guy number 2 who had a bull behind him.

He without even looking back , threw a knife which stung him right in his stomach . Killing him right away.

Guy number 1 got up and untied me ." You okay?" He asked while using his knife to cut the ropes.

I nodded and he winked at me . When I was finally free, my eyes widened in fear at the sight of Guy number 2 , holding a blood knife and beside him was my Dad who was still unconscious because of the punch and another man who had his blood dripping out of his chest.

Damn , he killed him too.

Guy number 2 helped me get up from chair and we walked towards the window. Guy number 1 came from behind us too asking us t hurry up.

We all headed for the window when I felt a heavy metal being crashed onto my head . I winced in pain and held my head with both of my hands. I felt dizzy and my vision was blurred.

I turned around  to see a man  . He was holding the knife and had hit me with its handle. And within a moment he too fell on the floor after receiving another stab from Guy number 1. I whimpered in pain . It seemed that my brain will pop out of my head because of the nuisance at the back of my head . "Hey, hold on , you'll be okay." One of them said . I saw my hand which was also all blood . That's it, I can't take it , I told myself and let my heavy eyes closed.

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The horrific sound captivated me. I tried to let go, thinking of the last, the words that embedded themselves in my mind hanged my sleep. They paralysed me to the verge of tears. So roughly, so deeply that my inners scarred.

I wish I could just replay the happy moments I shared with my family for a little time before my fate took it all away from me leaving me alone and helpless.

I remember my dad running behind me to catch me as I had taken his cellphone. He was laughing and so was I. My mom took a photograph of it. I couldn't find that photograph but the memory itself remained in my heart.

And now, what happened? What did I do wrong? That made my dad to hate me to this urge. I don't know the answer yet it seemed to hung in there—somewhere in between the little hole of confusion and hate.

"Umm...you're okay?" My thoughts had taken away the sense of presence of someone in front of me. I opened my eyes and looked at a boy, my eyes widened with each passing second.

He was Jacob Anderson. My neighbour whom I was waiting for to jog.

He was a blue-eyed young guy about my age with rosy cheeks and dense eye lashes. His prominent cheekbones and sharp jaw line was supposed to make him look harder but somehow I found him cute.

"Yeah...where am I?" I asked. "What is this place and Who are you—

—Hold on ,Princess , I'm not a Wikipedia." He chuckled . "I promise I will answer them all but first eat the breakfast." He pointed on the plate laying on the black marbled table.

I looked at it. Unsure what to say. I didn't need to refuse him right away but my hunger had died away quite long ago. And I couldn't eat it too, not from a stranger. I did know he was my neighbour but still —

" —Don't worry it is not poisoned." He pulled me away from my thoughts again .

I ran my hand on my neck and felt something . "Did you patch me up?" I asked still keeping my hand on my neck.

"No. The doc did." He answered.

"Oh." Was all I said.

"How are you feeling now princess?" He asked.

"Better." I replied. "And this princess has a name."

He chuckled. "Oh I know, but Princess suits you more."

"Really , what about you?" I asked the question which I already had a answer.

"I thought you knew." He claimed.

"Yeah I do but since strange things kept happening to me so I thought you could be a monster from far far away and must've decided to kill me as I once bullied your little brother whom I don't know even exists or not."

He stared at me and then burst into a loud pit of laughter. "Seriously?" He complemented as his laughter decreased into chuckles.

I shrugged. "Can't help it."

"No it's Jacob—Jake for you." He winked. " Not a monster from far far away and no, I don't have any brother so chill." He smiled and I returned.

"What is this place?" I was looking around the room . It was not that bright but considerable . It had a wooden study table and a portrait of a horse hanging above it . The picture was being highlighted by the light attached right about the frame of the portrait.

On the opposite side was a window , covered with white curtains matching with the bed and letting the bright sunlight cross through them and enter the room . The bed was laying right in the centre and had a LcD on the wall facing the bed . The walls were painted blue and white .The room did not have anything much but I liked it already.

"You didn't answer my question." I claimed. His head was bowed down facing his knees and his fingers were being tapped against the chair's handle as if thinking deeply.

He raised his head up and spoke."I'm just thinking from where should I begin."

I frowned "Is it that bad?"

He nodded .

Just a simple act raced my heart. I didn't know what to expect but bringing my hopes high also seemed to me a dangerous thing.

"Um...okay."

I nodded and he began. "So Elsa this is your life." He said and looked at me as if confirming if I'm hearing or not. I nodded in encouragement and he continued. "You'll find it strange for a few months but you'll get used to it. You won't have any connections with your previous life. This—this is what you were meant to."

He looked up at me and said the words never in my whole life I could think of. "Elsa stone, you're now a secret agent." He finished.

I was glaring at him still not believing about the facts he just described.

He must be joking,right?

He looked at me and understand the what-the -hell -did -you -just- say look.

"WHAT!" I exclaimed. What the hell did he just say? A secret agent? New life? What does he expect me to be?

Questions were rising in my mind with each word he said. I didn't want to believe him and wanted to slap him but his eyes, they matched with his words. The concern flashed in them

Anger rushed down my spine when the flash of the previous incident. Why? Was the only word and the appropriate question I had roaming in my life.

Different emotions, feelings battled in my head and body. What should I say? What should I do? Should I run away? Should I stay?

Jake sat on the bed in front of me. "Hey, Listen it's ok. I promise everything would be ok.' He said gently.

"OK?" I asked, perplexed at my own tone. "You think Ok is the what my life is? My dad there was planning to kill me and almost did. I am brought here telling me that I'm a fucking agent now. How can you even think that?" I kept my voice low but composed at the same time.

"You know the only thing I can do is to walk to the fridge at night and I feel it like the bravest thing and you're here telling me that I have no connection with my previous life?" I poured in.

He chuckled. "I know princess it's hard but believe me , I swear it will alright." He said in a calm tone.

"How can I?" I asked him clenching my jaw.

"Er...by chilling I guess?" He suggested.

"I need to see your boss." I ignored his previous comment and said in an ordered tone.

Suddenly his bright blue eyes darken and his gaze fell on the floor. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Don't you think you should just rest?" He asked me innocently.

I furrowed not understanding the reason why he wanted me to not meet his boss. "I'm fine." I stated. "Now can we go?" I urged.

He took a deep breath. Maybe he was afraid of his boss or maybe he don't want me to meet him. "OK." He muttered and outstretched his hand. "Can you hold this? I don't want you to fall or something."

I looked at his hand. His gesture warming my heart. Hardly ten minutes must've passed and I was already satisfied with waiting for half and hour for him. I nibbled on my bottom lip. "I guess I'll be OK actually." I said and hugged myself.

He gave me a warm smile nudged me to follow him.

I had no idea why I considered following him. Why I trusted him so much or why I was not too angry at the announcement of my new life and the role—I had been given to play out. Maybe it's just a fantasy—a dream or a creation of my imagination displayed before me. Maybe if I force myself out of this conceived world entering the same old, grey aural life.

Jake helped me in a Black Veyron. I whistled as I checked the car. "Holy cow." Don't get me wrong. I'm not a cars lover but surely I love beauties like these.

Jake chuckled as he helped me in the car.

"So tell me about your boss." I urged in an attempt to break the resisting silence.

He smiled. "There's nothing much." He shrugged. "You know her better than me." Was what he said that made no sense to me. I took my cue not o ask anything else.

The ride wasn't long until he pulled up in front of a channel shop. I stared blankly at him but he gave me a encouraging smile and asked me to simply follow him.

I did. When we reached in the store, the receptionist—on the verge of dying (if I may add)—looked wearily between me and Jake. Her eyes widened just as she looked at me bowed her head weighed in approve or respect, it was a hard guess.

Jake tucked at my arm and insisted me to follow. I nodded. We halted just as we stopped in front of a 'Staff only' room. Jake punched in the password and the door ceased open revealing a long , dark hallway —as much as my eyes adjusted and made out the faint frame of the hallway.

The lights flickered to life just as we stepped in.

I didn't say anything. Nor did I react. Maybe it was the ball of emotions weighing down on me. Maybe because I was too angry to see the representation of technology—I hadn't experienced in my whole life —presented before me.

I had learn to hide away my emotions. To put them at the back of my mind. I had learn it from dad who did the same until he become a alcoholic himself and bullied me. Or maybe because I had to.

I had to hide them as no one was there to hear me out. No one was there to help me when I fall, hold me when I cry , cheer me when I feel down . So it seemed to me the last choice I unwillingly took.

Just as we reached the end of the hallway, a straight ray of light slipped down my body as scanner scanned me. Surprisingly, it didn't beep and a one -sided glass door slid in the walls.

The busy faces from the working desks turned towards me. Many mouths whispered , some loud enough for my reach but ignoring seemed to me more interesting. They all looked at me just like the lady did. Respectfully yet surprisingly.

Bit by bit, their gazes shrieked me as the world started seeming to me a whole lot bigger. I didn't pay attention to them and turned my head for a brief second to Jake who was already staring at me. He leaned in. 'Believe me , they all are jealous.' He whispered.

I furrowed as I took in his words conveying no meaning to me. I bit the inside of my cheeks and pursued on following the muscular back of Jake prying my eyes to look anywhere but his back muscles from his fitted t-shirt.

We finally reached there. A glassed door stood ajar looking extremely expensive. A plate of  'The director' was slipped in the frame.

I inhaled. Shutting my mind down to arise my hopes. The incoherent feeling settled in my chest and weighed it down. I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Ready?" Jake leaned in again and asked me. "You're gonna be surprised." He said and pushed opened the door.

My breath hitched in my throat and my heart skipped a beat as I took notice of the figure sitting on the desk staring at me with a smile.

"Mom!"

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