Chapter 10 - The Hellish Past

Chapter 10

The Hellish Past

I remember it just like yesterday. I wouldn't say I went to study; more like went to a journey of never returning.

THREE YEARS AGO

"Wow" Rose said in awe as she drank in the beauty of Paris, her father had called it the land of beauty, but she didn't understand until now, she glanced to the other student at her right-hand side, they seem to be many people registered at the doctoring scholarship, she had wanted to fly on a single plan, but father had refuse, since the school was giving them a plan just like they did to other students, she had no choice but to take it.

"Aright stand in line, please you only move when I call your name."

The man who was, introduced as their new instructor said, just like that, they had to stand for close to an hour for the thirty – two student's name to be called, since no one was complaining Rose decided it was best to stay quiet.

But she had notice something weird, right before they set off to the training school. The man had called her name and when she responded; he had given her a wired glance, which was unusual since he didn't even raise up his head when he called out the other's name.

She thought little about it and just smiled at him but as she sat down on the third seat, she could tell that he was still looking at her and this time not just him but the driver; she didn't want to read meanings in it and just pretended not to notice their stare, and that was a big mistake. The journey took close to three hours and by the time they got there; it was already dark, since the school was huge and had a lot of rooms, each of us was give own our space, and I had picked the one with a glass window, because it reminded me of home.

The next morning we were in a rush, each one of us. We all came down to the common room; it was spacious and was used to host parties and educative events such as this one.

They were over one instructor and as we stood in lines, so did them; we were told about our daily activities, and it seems like it will not just be studying alone, but they will be some practical work and Manuel labor included, well I expected that much.

The instructor continued, "we have some workers on ground to take of the laundry, kitchen and cleaning, so you need not bother about it. When its morning come down for breakfast, when it's your break come down for lunch and when it dawn come down for dinner, all we want you to do as a student is focus of your studying, your set are not the first one we have tutored, and it won't be last." He paused and watched us for any reactions, and when he found none, he continued yet again "each period has a different teacher, and you are free to ask questioned," he added while checking his watch "it's just 7am, the real tutoring starts by 8:00, mind you this might be just a training, but we won't condo late coming to tutoring hall or laziness. Now be on your way, breakfast by 7:30." With that he left us in the hall.

They instructed us to get ready for class, so everyone returned to their room, freshen up, ate and went to the studying hall and I too followed.

Signing out loud, Rose couldn't help but admire the birds that were flying in the sky, wishing she could be like that, "how wonderful that will be." Not having to worry about your evil mother or having to study your ass off to prove their wrong impression about you will be great.

It has only been six months since her arrival at the training school, and she was already fade up, between the non-stop studying, the Manuel labor, practical, she had to force herself to stay awake during most of the boring class's.

She was tired, the fact that she has to constantly pretends everything was fine when her father's calls to check on her, knowing fully well that the witch of a mother was nearby, when all she wanted to do was scream and beg to come home.

She had to bear it, and everything was going fine. They had a lot of privileges. They could go out, shop, use their phone and other things. And just when Rose thought of changing her plans of returning home after her training, Revenge can go to hell she had thought, things went wrong for her again.

First, was the way the students started bullying her, taking her allowance, eating most of the better potion of her food, using her room for urges, when she tries to report she gets a beating of her life and the instructors who noticed turned blind eyes.

"What the hell? Is this a joke?" Rose asked, her half bruised face reflecting in the mirror. "for pit's sake, if they wanted my money, all they needed to do was ask instead of this; no I won't be a victim of bullying, and I need to report this and then I will inform dad." Just then, my doorbell rang. I came out of the bathroom. "Who is that?" I asked

"Mrs. Black, open, it's the head instructor."

Oh yeah, I had meant him with the director when I first came here, but this is the first time he is coming to me directly. Why? I pondered as I went to the door; well it's all good. At least I won't have to go to his office to report directly, I said and went for the door "good day sir, good thing you are here, I was even coming to see you. "

"Oh, really." He said and walked in.

A sudden fear came on to me, although I could not understand why, I became self-conscious as he stepped him, my nose picked an offensive smell of alcohol from him. I half close the door.