Emma's mouth dropped and she looked at me in shock. "W-what!""You two don't have to get along, but you will be civil to each other. If you are not then I have no problem putting a bullet through your head. Am I clear?""What if she isn't civil? You'll shoot your own daughter?""Death would be a mercy for Daisy," Rob shrugged. "I wouldn't give her the easy way out.""Lovely," I murmured and Rob reached over and pressed play on the laptop, the sound of Beth's voice drowning out his and Emma's conversation."You look happy," Blake called when I walked into the house in the evening."I'm not in the mood," I snapped."When are you ever?" Jack said cheekily and I flipped him off."I'll punch you, so don't push me," I warned and walked through the living room and upstairs to my room. I searched through my draws until I found my cigarettes and a lighter and then I made my way back downstairs and out the front door. I raised my eyebrows in surprise when I saw Eli outside, smoking a cigarette.
"Daisy," Blake whispered. "You awake?""No," I grumbled and Blake chuckled, shutting his door behind him and crawling onto his bed."Food's downstairs," he said into my ear and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest."Not hungry," I sighed and cuddled up to him."You need to eat.""Not hungry," I repeated and Blake played with my hair."How you feeling?" Blake asked."Wonderful.""I'm sorry," Blake sighed. "I'm sorry you hate it here.""I don't hate it here, I hate the Agency," I mumbled. "I don't mind it here with you guys, minus a few exceptions."Blake chuckled. "Daisy, you're not heartless," he said after a silence. "I know you think you are because you don't feel guilty about killing people, but you're not. You care. When it matters you do. That one little boy shouldn't put you off.""It was horrible seeing him," I whispered. "Guilt is horrible.""I know.""I hate not feeling guilty, but then I hate feeling it at the same time," I said with a sarcastic laugh. "That
"Three weeks!" I exclaimed and threw my shoe against Blake's bedroom wall. "It's been three weeks and I'm going to murder somebody!""Look on the bright side," Blake said optimistically."What bright side? I'm going to rip off her head and spit down her throat!" I yelled. "I can't stand her!""I'm sure the feeling is mutual," Blake chuckled."I don't care! I'm not the one that's moved into her house!" I sighed angrily and stood up from Blake's bed. I pulled my underwear on and flipped Blake off when I saw him blatantly staring at me."Stop yelling, it's too early," Blake said. "Come back to bed.""I'm not having sex again," I said."It might relieve your anger," Blake smirked."More like relieve your urges," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I need to go to the Agency.""Oh yeah, first day of freedom," Blake grinned. "What are you planning on doing?""Getting pissed," I said. "Beth and I are going out.""Where was my invite?""What invite?" I said and blasted myself with deodorant. "I've
"Daisy, how are you?" James asked as I sat down on his sofa in his office."Bored," I stated. "Can we speed this up a little bit so I can go home?""How are you feeling now that you know you're going to get your freedom back?" James asked."I wouldn't go as far as to call it freedom," I said and rolled my eyes. "More like observed captivity.""You're not captured, Daisy," James frowned."But I'm not free to leave the confines of this town am I?""Not until we know you will come back.""And when will you know that?""Judging by your commitment to the Agency," James said and rolled his eyes. "I think you know the answer.""But I want to know what you think.""At this moment in time I believe we will never be able to trust you," James shrugged."I'm sure that's exactly what Rob wants to hear," I said sarcastically."How is living with your new housemates, Daisy?""Great.""Drop the sarcasm please, Daisy," James said. "I want an honest answer.""I want to kill Emma, shoot Dante, occasiona
"Un cuff me!" I demanded and launched a kick to his head, but because of my hands behind my back it was weak and badly aimed and Blake easily dodged it. He grabbed my ankle and smirked at me as he flipped me over, sending me flying to the floor.I groaned as I landed face down and Blake quickly dug his knee into the small of my back and held the back of my neck firmly, stopping me from moving."You never learn," Blake chuckled and I struggled pointlessly under his weight."What the fuck is going on?" I hissed."Have some patience," Blake tutted. "You'll find out soon."The lift dinged and I heard the doors open."Don't mind us," Blake said and I winced when he grabbed my wrists, pressing the cuffs further into my skin, and yanked me up from the ground. There were a bunch of few curious agents waiting for the lift and I glared at them. "Training exercise," Blake explained and I took this opportunity while he was distracted to throw my head back, hitting Blake in the face.I ran forward
"Just tell me what I need to hear and you can leave," Kent said, crouching down so he was eye level with my bloodied face."Go fuck yourself," I said politely. There was no way I was letting Kent win."What about you Eli?" Kent called. "Ready to give up?""You wait till I get out of here!" Eli growled and pulled angrily at his restraints. His chest was now bare and covered in blood.We looked a mess."Bring in the chair!" Kent called and I tensed, already knowing what was coming next.The door opened and Adam and Blake walked in, moving a large dentist style chair. They positioned it in the room and Blake crouched down next to me, placing his fingers under my chin and turning my head to face him."You look light a sight for sore eyes," he said."I'm going to kill you," I hissed. "You're fucking dead.""Daisy," Blake tutted and shook his head. "Adam and I are watching the whole thing, we wouldn't let anything happen to you that you couldn't handle.""I think I'm still entitled to hate
I was sitting in my room, technically Blake's, after being treated at medical. Turns out I was okay apart from some bruised ribs and a broken toe.There wasn't much you could do a broken toe, it didn't even hurt that much.My whole body ached and I was covered in bruises, but Blake was right: I'd had worse.I understood why they did torture training. I wouldn't wish anyone to go through what I did, but today had failed miserably.If I had to pick anyone to endure being tortured it would be Eli and me.We were good."So you dated him," Eli called and I looked up when he stopped by the door."Don't remind me," I groaned and glanced at Eli's cut and bruised chest. He probably had the worst physical injuries, with a few broken ribs and many many bruises."Why?""Would you believe me if I said he was sweet at first?" I asked and Eli raised an eyebrow. "Thought not.""That er... Water thing," Eli said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You got me out of it. Um... Thanks.""I wouldn
I grabbed the shot and smirked at Beth as we downed our tenth shot of the night. Or was it our eleventh?"Babe, look who's here," Beth yelled, trying to be heard over the loud music of the club. I looked over in the direction of Beth's finger and glared when I saw Blake. He caught my glare and raised his eyebrow."Ass," I growled and looked behind him to see Mason, Oly, Erik, Tom, Carter, Joey, Noah, Dante and Eli. "Another," I said to the bartender and my empty shot glass was refilled. I threw my head back and winced when the liquid burned my throat. "Let's dance," I said to Beth and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the dance floor."What's up with you and Blake?" Beth asked."He's an ass, that's what," I growled."Yes, but you knew that," Beth pointed out."Less talking, more dancing," I scolded."Yes ma'am," Beth laughed and I rolled my eyes, letting the beat of the music take me away."You are looking fine in that dress, Dais." Mason's voice brought me back to reality and I rolled