Phoenix's POV:

Ugh, school is sooooo boring, and it's the beginning of the year too! School started just last week, and we're already getting piled up with tons of homework, at least I'm a junior, I won't have to deal with this that much longer.

A piece of my long, straight, raven black hair falls onto my face, covering one of my light, chocolate brown eyes, and tickling my nose.

I blow the strand out of my face, my cheeks puffing out at the action, causing my best friend, Dianna Argent, to giggle.

She's the exact opposite of me, look wise. While I have long, almost waist length, black hair, she has blonde, shoulder length, hair, and striking green eyes, whereas mine are a chocolatey brown with gold flecks.

"Ms. Argent, care to share what you think is funny?" Mr. Bryant, our fifth period English teacher, suggests while giving her a stern look,"Nope!" She chirps happily, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

I had to fight down a laugh, smiling instead, which cause him to look over at me, a disapproving look on his face, well crap, I think.

"Ms. Walker, Ms. Argent, I don't want another disruption from either of you." He said, turning around and continuing his lecture about... whatever. I've been drowning out his boring speech this whole time.

Here's a little info on Mr. Bryant, he has short cropped brown hair, and sharp brown eyes that catch almost everything, he wouldn't be so bad of a teacher if he wasn't so strict. If you so much as stop listening to him, he'll give you extra work, or a detention; and yes, I know I'm zoning out right now, I just don't really care.

Why don't I care? Because I got a detention earlier today, thanks to the most popular girl in school, an evil spawn.

Her name is Lizzy, she looks like every other popular girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect everything. In my opinion it's all fake, she coats herself in so much makeup she looks like a clown.

Anyways, back to how I got a detention. Lizzy had been picking on Dianna for god knows what reason, so I punched her. Sadly, she went and tattled, somehow getting away with being a bitch to Dianna, saying that I randomly jumped out of the bustling crowd of students and punched her.

That little liar. I'll get her back.

"Ms. Walker!" My head snapped up at my teachers outburst, he had slapped a ruler on my desk," so nice of you to join us."

'What's an English teacher doing with a ruler anyways' I thought grumpily.

I smirked," the pleasures all mine," his face turned red, and some of the kids laughed.

"A funny one, aren't you. You'll have extra homework for tonight, since you already have a detention." He smiled in satisfaction when I groaned.

He walked back up to the front of the class to continue his lecture on grammar, and how to write a better essay. Boring.

The bell rung, saving me from my boredom, before I could get out though, I was stopped and handed extra work that I was supposed to 'turn in first thing tomorrow.'

My next couple of classes went by pretty fast. I didn't have any other incidents with Lizzy, and my detention went by at a moderate pace. Thankfully I got my homework done, including my extra work from English, in detention.

Dianna had left school already, so she couldn't take me home, Mom and Dad are at work, so I guess I'll just have to walk. Home here I come.

In case you didn't know, both my parents work for the FBI. Dad says around a year before I was born Mom was kidnaped by someone named Darius and Jeb.

I've been told the story numerous of times, when I was little I thought it was a fairytale, the normal 'prince saves the princess' kind, but as I got older I realized it was no fairy tail, It really happened.

I'm just very thankful Dad shot and killed Darius, while Jeb is in prison for another twenty-four years.

My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts, it's Dad.

"Phoenix, you got a detention? We'll talk about that later, was anyone there to take you home or are you walking?"

Jeez, nice to hear from you too Dad, love you, I thought with mild annoyance.

"Yeah I got a detention, punched someone. I'm walking home," might as well tell him what happened to get me a detention..

I heard him sigh over the phone," Ok, we'll talk later. Be safe, love you."

"Love you too Dad, and I will," shoving my phone into a pocket on my leather jacket, I continued on my way, an unsettling feeling coming over me.

Shivering in the cold, autumn air of New York, I glanced behind me. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but to the eyes of a girl who was raised by FBI agents, something was off.

A man with blonde/brown hair and brown eyes quickly looked away, I caught a glimpse of a scar on his right eye.

I felt slightly threatened by him, and started walking faster. Almost home, I think, attempting to calm myself down. It works, momentarily, it suddenly feels like someone's breathing down my neck.

My breath catches, and before I know it I'm sprinting down the street, into my apartment building, up the stairs, and to my apartment room.

I slam the door behind me, locking it with a satisfying 'click.' Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I continued on to my kitchen.

I toss my bag down by the kitchen table,"I'll get that later," I say to myself, grabbing a cold piece of pizza and taking a bite of it. Yum, cold pizza.

I'd like to say, if I was in a situation where some random person was in my house, wearing all back and a ski mask, I'd beat the shit out of him, then call the police. But, it went a little something like this.

I walk to my room, fully intended to plop down on my bed, and play some games on my phone. Unfortunately, as soon as I took a step into my room, someone grabbed me, dragging me further into the room and placing a hand over my mouth so I didn't scream.

Ok, maybe I did have something to worry about after all, I wasn't just getting bad vibes.

I struggled against him, Dad should be home soon, Mom works later than him, if I can hold them off till then, I should be fine. Hopefully.

I let my body go lax, becoming dead weight, causing the man to stumble, at least, I'm assuming it's a man, his body structure isn't womanly.

Using his stumble against him, I bit down on his hand and threw all my weight against him, successfully knocking him down. Sadly, I went down too.

He let out an 'Oof' as we landed, letting go of me, I scrambled up off of him, running out of my room screaming. I know, nothing like I'd imagined.

I somehow made it to the front door, flinging it open before the man could get out of my room, and ran like hell down the hall.

Stairs? Or elevator? Hmm, elevator, I can close the door before he gets to me, maybe hit the emergency button so it'll stop, then call the police. If I take the stairs he might catch up to me, or even have a gun and shoot at me.

Making up my mind I ran towards the elevator, slamming my thumb repeatedly on the button. My heart was drumming in my chest, eyes darting to and fro, while I impatiently bounced a little.

"Come on, come on!" I slam my fist on the button frantically, I can see the guy down the hallway now, getting closer and closer. A small sliver of doubt makes its way into my mind, will I really make it out of this? Did I make the wrong choice? Should I have taken the stairs?

I hear a ding, then the sweet, sweet sound of the elevator doors opening, not caring if there was anyone in there, I jumped in, and continued abusing my thumb by pressing it into the 'close door' button.

The doors are sliding shut now, I let out a sigh of relief when I hear a cry of rage behind them, then press the 'emergency' button, causing the elevator to come to a sudden halt.

"Phoenix?" I jump when a hand is placed on my shoulder, oh my God I'm not alone, before I can do anything stupid I realize it's my Dad.

I lunge myself into his arms, gripping the back of his shirt tightly, and that's when the tears come.

"Sweetie what's wrong," he asks, running a hand through my hair, and I manage to get out," Dad... guy... my room... M'scared"

He grabs my face, gently pulling my head away from his shoulder," you're safe now. There was someone in your room?" He goes into full father mode, checking me over for any signs of an injury, I nod, answering his question.

I finally started calming down, at least enough to where I could get a full sentence out," I got home, went to the kitchen, then to my room. A guy came out of nowhere, grabbed me and covered my mouth."

Dads' face showed alarm, concern, and anger," Then?" Father mode was gone, mostly, now he was business mode/father mode.

"Then I went limp, like you've taught me to do, then used his sudden weight against him, throwing myself back and biting his hand. I got away, ran to the elevators, and here I am." I motioned to the small elevator we were in.

"Oh, he was down the hall, and had just gotten to the door right when they closed," I added, finally getting myself put together again.

He sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that was passed down to me," I'm calling Mom, we'll rent a hotel for the night. When we come back, you're packing your stuff."

"Wait. What? Why am I lacking my stuff, you didn't say 'we' that means..?" I was flabbergasted, is he saying what I think he's saying?

"There's no room for discussion. It's not safe for you here, I'll talk to Mom about it and we'll put you in witness protection till we find out who and why these people want you." He gives me a look that says don't try and argue it's going to happen.

Sometimes he is so over dramatic, putting me in witness protection just because someone was in my room and tried to kidnap me? Or worse.

Mom says he's been this way ever since she was taken, and he vowed to never let anyone do any harm to either of his girls.

No changing his mind now, once he got something in his head, he'll be as stubborn as a mule, almost nothing can stop him, so I knew there was no getting out of this one.

But seriously, witness protection, I don't need any protection. Boy was I wrong.

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Till next time