chapter fifty-five

ELEANOR'S POV

“Let’s go.” I said to Jeremy as I stepped out. I worked my body and trained the hardest I have thought I would. “I must live... I must not die by that woman’s hands. I must be alive...I can’t die now...”

I kept saying these words to myself as I trained. Wherever this sudden surge to stay alive had come from, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that I was going to do everything to stay alive no matter what.

Jeremy put me through the training basics. Unlike Arthur, he tried to be soft with me but I refused to relent.

When Images of the bitch Samantha and Maya pop up in my head, it pushes me to train harder.

Last night I had crept outside and watched Maya train under the nights as that seem to be the only time she trained. She was quite skilled. Five days would never be enough to train and match up her skill to be able to fight against herself but how can I forget the words of my teacher.

“Sometimes, wars and battles are won not by strength but by smartness.”

She may be sk