Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43
Start from the beginning “Anyways, we decided that you should go back to self- defense and martial arts training for your own safety, and if one of us isn’t around.” My dad said. “Oh cool!” I said excitedly. I loved training in college because my trainer was Alex and so we had a lot of fun. Plus, I learned a lot from him. “Is Alex going to be my trainer again?” I asked hopefully. “I wish, but I’m out of the country for the next month on business.” Alex sighed. “We ended up hiring someone to train you, one of Andrew’s friends. His name is Dexter Arlington, and he is a professional trainer. “Interesting, when do I start?” “You will start training tomorrow, that is, it you’re up for it.” “Oh okay, I can’t wait then.” I said excitedly. “Perfect, now can we go eat?” Alex asked. “I’m starving.” We laughed and left the office. I’m so excited for training tomorrow.
This is going to be so much fun, but I still need to think of a way to get back at Natasha and William. The next morning, I woke up at eight and lay in bed. I didn’t really sleep well last night because I was afraid of a certain someone coming into my room again. It turns out, my window lock is broken, so it wouldn’t matter if I did close it. My parents wanted me to sleep in a different room, but I told them I was fine because there was security all over the property. Now, I wish I did. But secretly, I also kind of missed William’s arms around me. It felt a lot better while sleeping and his chest was the best pillow ever! I sighed and got ready. Hopefully, the paparazzi isn’t going to think much of the story and come after me, but who am I kidding, of course they will. Dexter is supposed to meet me at Starbucks for breakfast, and then we have to head out to the training place. I left the house and walked down the street. It was eerily quiet and I really didn’t like the lack of people on the streets. It’s 9 in the morning, shouldn’t people be rushing to work or doing something outside? At least there were no reporters. Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone grabbed my arm. I yelped and turned around. Why does William find the need to grab my arm all the time? Can’t he tap my shoulder or something? “What William! I don’t want to talk to you!” I yelled. “Shh, not here. Let’s go in here.” William said, pulling me into an alley with two dumpsters. I shook myself free and glared at him coldly.
“What? I’m so mad at you William. You went and told Natasha something that I thought you could keep to yourself. I guess I was wrong. I TRUSTED YOU! I know you hate me, but can’t you be civil? I’m trying my best here.” He cursed and ran his hand through his hair. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think she would go tell the whole world. I just need to make sure you don’t ruin Natasha. I don’t know what got into her, but don’t get revenge. Please.” He pleaded. I opened my mouth to reply, but I shut it again. There was this weird noise coming from one of the dumpsters. “Is something wrong, Heather?” William looked at me worriedly. I slapped a hand on his mouth to keep him from talking. He stared at me weirdly. I walked closer to the dumpsters and the sound became louder. It almost sounded like a baby crying. “Oh God, please don’t let it be what I think it is.” I prayed silently. I stopped in front of the blue dumpster and looked at William. He looked at the dumpster with his jaw clenched and brows furrowed. My heart was beating erratically and I was close to tears at the images in my mind.