#JUST DO IT

His hold on my forearms was bad enough to make red marks appear on my skin after he let go of them. I rub them as I follow him down the hall towards a bedroom door. He opens it and shoves me inside.

"Breakfast at 8. Don't be late." He states in a matter of fact way.

"Why? You rather just kill me now. The buff men with weapons, the same tattoo on the back of their hands except you have one above your collar bone and the bullet proof windows...I wonder why so cautious..." I question him while not letting anything else slip.

"You're quite the observant one, aren't you?" He questions when he slowly starts to close the door.

"Why am I HERE?" I almost scream at him while feeling the sting in my eyes.

"You'll see" He says with a trace of a smirk. I fling myself towards him wanting to punch his perfect face into a million pieces when he simply locks the door. I scream again and slam myself on the door. Too bad it didn't budge.

I felt like a prisoner. Just like when my father deserted me for hours, with no food or water in an abandoned warehouse. I'd have to find myself home alone with nothing but a gun. I was taught to kill instantly if someone was in my way.

Of course I found alternative ways to getting home. I made sure I didn't kill someone or even let others know I was carrying a gun or else.

That wasn't the end of it for when I finally did reach home, I would get ambushed by men three times my size. I had learnt to fight and mostly dodged their slow but strong punches. But, when I let one slip and get hit then there was no match for one against 5 giants.

I had a few broken ribs, injured legs so badly that I had a limp for weeks. They never aimed for my face since I had to go school and that would raise too many questions. My involvement in sports in school explained the 'limp' situation and any other problems would result in just me being rough in playing.

I cry myself to sleep after a few hours of whimpering and rolling around on the wooden floor. The pain was unbearable. The rush of heat with the force of pain and bones cracking have me waking up screaming. I move around with the bed sheets and fall on my ass feeling the warm carpeted floor by the bedside.

I wipe my tears the same time I hear fumbling on the other side of the door. I slowly get up when the door fly's off its hinges and there I see him standing in all his glory.

"Fucking door" he mumbles and crosses his arms above his chest.

"I said breakfast at 8. Why didn't you show up?" He asks while raising his brows.

I stay silent and slowly get up while feeling the slight paint on my forearm from last night.

"I'm sorry. Just overslept." I sniffle and rub my heavy eye lids.

"Fine. You don't get breakfast then." He nods my way and instinctively I shrug my shoulders and jump into bed again hugging myself.

He doesn't reply as I hear his footsteps retrieving down the staircase. When I look up from under my blanket I notice a man's arm, he was standing outside my room just by the edge of the door frame. Thanks to the door that blew off its hinges and now lay useless on the ground.

My stomach grumbles loudly after 3 hours so I take a shower for almost an hour and walk outside with a white fluffy towel wrapped around me. The man looks serious when I point to my towel and say "I need clothes –"he cuts me off by saying "Boss-"

I cut him off this time and say "He said I could borrow some from his wardrobe for now" I state trying to hold my laughter whilst keeping a straight face. Though the man with black hair was doing a better job than me.

He was reaching for his ear piece when I interrupt him "He doesn't need to know, since I am practically naked and he wouldn't be happy about that now would he. Unless you want me to walk up to him-"

He narrows his eyes and nods his head down the hallway. With that I thank him and wait for him to unlock one of the many rooms for me.

He opens the door and points straight to double doors. Of course it's a walk-in closet. I look at the man standing in the middle of the room concentrating on his phone.

I clear my throat at him when he looks up at me questionably.

"What's your name sir?" I ask politely with a small smile.

"Luke" He says when I speak up "Luke, I need you to give me some privacy. Please" I ask while still holding on to the fluffy towel with a death grip.

He nods his head and closes the door behind him. Hehe, it's not like I could run out of here through that balcony. Or can I?

I quickly slide the closet doors and nicely put on black knee length shorts and a white hoodie which had the Nike brand and slogan "Just do it". With much inspiration from Nike I check out the balcony and gasp as I see the pool in broad daylight. It was really huge and just started below the balcony so If I were to swing off, I would hit the water. At least I hoped so.

With no second thoughts I jump off and brace myself for the impact. As soon as I hit the water I fling myself out and straight into the bushes that bordered the pool and driveway. I was thankful for the Nike slippers I found in the closet when I see two men run into the house. That was my Que, they probably found out about my amazing escape. With no time to waste as I expected, I seat myself in the unlocked van. I quickly hot wire the car and drive off when I realized I had no idea where I was.

Mr.Hales POV

I was called in from my office informing about Alex. Fuck, that girl drives me nuts. I gave that guy one order and he fucks it up. I walk up the staircase to my room.

"Where is she?" I ask getting impatient at the few men who stood there dumbfounded.

One of them starts off by telling me she helped herself to MY wardrobe. Are they stupid? One rule. My room is off limits.

"So you're saying she flung herself into the pool and then...?"

"Boss, we're missing a Jeep" one states while looking down.

"...and then she got away with a manual transport of mine. Great. Go FIND HER!" I scream at them as they scurry out of my sight. I almost lose it when rush to my car and drive to the one and only place that calms me down.