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riend's death and then been mistreated physically, emotionally, and s

er friends and family. I wasn't authorized to touch her 'under any circumstances,' unless it was absolutely necessary in a battle situation. She had tried suicide on two previous occasions, both times by ingesting pills, but had been apprehended bef

find out why she had been expelled from her last school, I sat on the

s evident that they were waiting for their lessons to begin. I recognized her right away since she was dressed in sloppy

o the air before coming up behind him.

incess," he said, laughing and

ever call me that again," she murmured gently, her face

call you... princess?"

ed. She threatened, "If you ever call me that aga

. She gave him a beautiful grin as he drew his face closer

. He was bending down in pain when she grabbed the back of his hair and slammed his face against the

d ya," she chirped, before snatching her suitcase and rushing out of t

ling. She was, witho

to her notes, she didn't trust anyone and was exceedingly skeptical of everyone. She was on the verge of going depressed, and she was suffering from recurrent night terr

It was decided that we would take the same college classes as before, which were Art and Graphic Design. I took a long, deep breath and continued reading. I was to live with her on the college campus in a two-bedroom apartment, which she had arranged.

ourage. Dean Michaels was the name of the individual. We were told that a night watchman would be assigned to the building to keep an eye on things while we slept. I was required to remain covert at

spend nearly a week getting to know one another before moving into the apartment where we would be attending college. According to the dossier, Jane was not

ed in the terrible, small apartment that Nick and I shared and hid beneath the blankets for the night. I'd already said my goodbyes to the other guys. Nick was someone I w

n, and I had bounced around from foster care to foster home until I was seventeen, when I was finally able to get a house of my own. I had no i

sed my eyes, I could picture Jane gazing at me with her icy, hard eyes, pleading with me to assist her in any way I could. Then I'd open a cabinet and find her battered and broken on the floor, and I'd spring up in a cold

rport once the jet eventually touched down. An imposing man in a black suit extended his ri

I'm Miss Spencer's far guard," he sa

t Weller," says the narrator.

ight. "The journey will take around thirty minutes. "You'll enjoy the summer cottage; i

do you have on Jane?" I inquired, keeping a caref

s since she is prone to getting into trouble. In the previous three years, she's had twenty-three near misses, with the longest of them lasting just more than three months. After working as h

I inquired, a tinge of worry in my voice. If I couldn't make it through