I woke up to the sound of the bell again for the fifth time this week. I couldn't feel my body even while I was at the clinic I still had to get to the training center. My wounds had not healed and more had added to it, the wounds were infected and a gruesome sight, I got a new idea of monstrous it was my so called father.
I pulled my heavy body up form the hospital bed I was in and dragged my self to the training ground. The days training commenced as usual with mine being the most brutal for some odd reason.
I had finished running laps, finished swimming laps and trained my gun handling speed, shooting a sniper and finally had a break. I wanted to go back to the clinic here in the base and get my pack of medicine, after taking a few sluggish steps I was hit in the head by a football. I fell to the floor and groaned, standing up I turned to look in the direction the ball came from.
"Hey you should not be in the way of your seniors throw that's disrespectful to the ranks", a golden haired boy said while chewing gum. I closed my eyes as I was in no position to refute with my current rank which was literally the lowest apart from the newcomers.
I turned around and walked forward but then ball hit me again this time from a different direction I looked over and saw my brother leo, my father and seven other people they seemed to be chuckling I gritted my teeth and continued walking.
If I was detested by my father for valuing family ties then I would be detested he and Leo are a perfect pair of father and son and there was no place for me there. I reached the clinic and went to my room, I picked up the medicine bag and my phone that was on the bed.
I unlocked the phone to see message from an unknown number. I opened the message and I knew who sent it it was Bella with our secret code language while texting that only us both knew. She was asking how I was, I smiled and typed I was doing fine, then I deleted the message.
I had calmed my worried heart down by having Cross send a message to my brother for me and and when he ce back he told me the reply. "Thank goodness he's okay", I said earning a look from everyone in the study. "What kind of language is that", the man I had come to know as Qin said "it's family language" I whispered, "only siblings know it", I said smiling when Damien spoke "you seem to like doing things that make us question if your a spy planted by your father by my side", he said and I laughed. I raised one eyebrow at him and said "you seen jealous that I talk to my brother in secret codes", and his face darkened causing the others in the study to erupt into laughter.