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When my mother started packing my things I couldn't figure out whether I was happy or scared. Maybe I was happy because I was finally done with that ratchet school.

When I was 5 my mother sent me to an all girls boarding school, but it wasn't a normal boarding school where you learn math and English. Instead we learned how to fight. We learned how to throw knives, how to kill someone, and how to use a gun.

The training was extensive and the school was strict. Everyone was scared of the teachers. Mostly everyone was afraid they would call their parents. No one wanted their parents disapproval. I especially didn't want my mother's disapproval.

I hated that place ever since I step foot in there. It was like a prison. The food was terrible and the beds were hard as rock. They didn't let you have any personal belongings. You only had a uniform. At night they would come by and chain us to the beds with handcuffs. Maybe it was to teach us discipline, I don't know. All I know is I still have the scars of where the metal would rub against my raw skin.

Mother said she was sending me to a new place. Somewhere where there wouldn't be as many people. I was confused but I didn't question my mother further.

On a Monday morning she woke me up and I gathered my stuff and got in the car. The car ride was a long couple of hours but I slept mostly the whole way.

The car eventually came to a stop in front on a blue house. On the side there was a large cabin. Surrounding the place were woods. I saw a man, maybe in his forty's, leaning on the doorway to the house.

I got out of the car and so did my mother as the man walked towards us.

"Scarlett this is Stan Hurley, you're going to be training with him for a while," my mother said. I looked at Stan as he started down on me.

"Be good sweetie," she gave me a quick kiss on my head and got in the car and left me with my suitcase.

"So what, you're mother named you after the color of your hair?" He scoffed.

"I guess so," I said.

"How old are you Scarlett?"

"15 sir," I said. He nodded.

"Hey Mitch!" He called out towards the cabins.

A tall guy that looked about 18 ran out of the cabin. It was strange seeing a guy since I've been at a all girls boarding school for 10 years.

"This is Scarlett Adams, she's going to be training with us," Stan said.

"Scarlett this is Mitch Rapp," he said. He nodded at each other and that was it. I had met Mitch, the guy that I was going to be spending 4 months with.

Mitch and I trained together every day. Stan watched and gave us tips. We shared the cabin together. The cabin contained a single room with two twin beds and one bathroom.

After dinner with Stan and Mitch I would take a run and when I came back to the cabin Mitch would be laying on his bed.

We spent so much time together that it was impossible for us not to talk to each other. Sometimes we would sit on our beds and talk forever.

He told me about his family and I told him about mine. His parents died in a car accident.

"I'm sorry," I said when he told me.

"What about you?" He asked.

"Well, my mom is a maniac and she pressures me all the time. My brother was supposed to be here instead of me but he was really sick when he was younger so my mom decided I would have to be enough to continue her legacy. I'm never enough though," I said.

"Yes you are," he said.

Before he came here he was also in a boarding school. One night we compared our scars on our wrists from the handcuffs.

I don't know how long it took me to figure out that I was in love with him. I had never been in love. He was my first kiss. He understood me and I understood him.

One night we took it too far. We had sex, but I didn't regret it. I will never regret it. We didn't do it because we were bored with raging hormones. We did it because we were in love. He told me he loved me that night.

A week later I figured out I was pregnant. I was so upset. My mother was going to kill me. I had let her down. Stan found out and he called my mother.

Mitch and I sat side by side in Stan's office as we waited for my mother.

When my mother came she placed a bottle of pills in front of me and said, "take one every day."

I threw the pills on the floor and stood up. She slapped me across the face. I don't regret throwing those pills. If my mother thought I was going to get rid of my baby she was sadly mistaken.

My mother had enough. She dragged me away from Mitch and Mitch continued his training with Stan.

My mother didn't come out of her room for 2 weeks. When she did come out she didn't talk to me. My dad took me to my doctor appointments and took care of me.

My dad hated the thought of my mother wanting to get rid of the baby. They often fought. The worst part is that my parents made me go to public school where I was humiliated in front of everyone.

I was called a slut. People judged me but they didn't understand. Ever since I left Mitch we had been writing to each other. He wanted to be involved in the baby's life so I kept him updated.

When it was time to have the baby my mother do not come to the hospital. My dad and brother came and waited outside as I screamed and pushed in pain. I didn't have anyone there by my side.

When the pain stopped I realized that I did it. I successfully birthed a baby girl. Later that day Stan came and brought Mitch. For some reason Stan couldn't say no.

Mitch got to hold her and take care of her while I slept. He also met my dad and brother. After hours of discussing names we named her Mackenzie but Kenzie for short. She was beautiful.

When I left the hospital my dad decided that we all keep it a secret that Mitch came to the hospital. My mother would freak and it was better that way. So I came home and my dad built Kenzie a crib and I put her in my room.

My mother wouldn't even look at her. I barely spoke to her when I came home because I knew what she would say.

One night my mom and dad had a huge fight and it was even worse because Kenzie wouldn't stop crying. In the morning my dad informed my brother and I that we would be moving away from mom. They had decided on a divorce and a week later we were out of the house and we moved to a small town called Clayton Point in California.

I still wrote to Mitch even when we moved but it was hard when he started working for the government. He couldn't use the same phone for more than a week and he couldn't write because he was constantly moving. Every now and then I would get a call or letter from him. Every time I would look forward to hearing his voice.

For 3 whole years he saw each other in secret. My mother moved to New York and started her own magazine company. She had no idea. When Mitch had time we would meet at a hotel and spend a night together and sometimes I would bring Kenzie. He got to know my family and he loved them and they loved him. Mitch is an Assassin now and even though it is hard we manage......

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