Submission novel Chapter 22

"Where did you run off to?"

A face only two inches away from me asked in a suspicious tone. I was on the ground, straddled by a body on top of me.

"You think I will never know? Do you really think I am so naive? Tsk tsk."

Both of my hands were pinned by the hands of my captor, nails digging into my skin, bruising my abnormally pale skin.

"Please get off me! Let me explain! This is not going to work if you are planning on pushing your face into my face because I am not into girls. Got it, Liz?"

Liza got off me but her suspicious eyes were still on me.

"Now, do you care to tell your best friend where you went without her. Wait! Did you have a date with someone? Oh my god! Oh my god! Spill the beans bitch!" Liza started jumping up and down like a child on Christmas eve.

"Sorry to disappoint you Lizzie but it was not a date. I had to go to one of the training sessions with Mr. Dimitri and we did just that..." I frowned at the memory of Mr. Dimitri's lips on mine.

"Oh! You mean the training session I had no idea about?" She said in a sickly sweet yet fake voice.

"Liz calm down nothing happened to me. I am fine. I know you care a lot about me and I care about you too but sometimes things slip out of my mind and I forget. Last week was crazy I know, so that is the reason why I don't want to burden you with more of my shit. I know you feel that I keep secrets from you but you already have too much on your plate." I sat up on the floor and looked at her with pleading eyes to drop the subject.

"Is it that time of your month? Or are you pregnant? Gosh! I have never seen such a dramatic and philosophic best friend in my life!" She quirked her eyebrow and looked at me.

"By the way Rosie, I already knew about your training thingy." She winked and handed me the crumpled training schedule.

"Hey! Where did you get this? You stalker." I smiled at her and playfully pushed her.

"It was just taking a stroll outside your room so it grabbed my attention and I picked it up. Wanna have some hot chocolate?" She pulled me up to my feet and headed over to the kitchen.

"You already know the answer, Liz."

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The soft satin curtains in my hands reminded me of my mother's hair. She was the prettiest woman I had ever met. When I was six years old, I remember how she used to braid her raven hair and put it up in a bun. It was quite fascinating to me because I never understood the proper method to braid hair.

Most people said that I looked a lot like my mother and I guess they were right. Same brown eyes, same raven hair, and same pale skin.

I released a sigh as the painful memories came back to me. The painful reminder of the fights between my parents made me wince. After I turned thirteen I had noticed that my mother never used to make special breakfasts for me nor did she make any weekend plans which was very unlike her. She started drinking and thus I lost my idol and my guardian under the deep drug of alcohol.