Twenty

"Focus on the target Isabella." 

"Well if you stop breathing next to my ear maybe I'll get it this time." Sydney is standing directly behind me and to say I'm not even slightly affected would be a total lie. 

I try to shoot the target but I miss it by a few inches and I groan in frustration. "We can still come back tomorrow. You shouldn't strain." I nod but try once again but the same thing happens. 

I've forced Sydney to teach me how to shoot. I know some self defense that I learnt when my kidnapper threatened to come back for me when he went to jail and since I'm pregnant, I can't get involved with such vigorous activity and so I decided to shoot. It took a lot of persuasion to convince Sydney and now here I am after an hour of training at the back of the cottage. 

"Are you hungry? I can fix you something to eat." Sydney says as he heads to the kitchen. It's been four days since I came to this place and Sydney decided to come live he