Octavia felt her heart stop beating as she stared at the mess she'd caused. The Master lying unconsciously on the floor. She had hurt him!! She hurt him!!Oh! What has she done???She stood up from the bed and ran to him immediately, and he seemed to be asleep, his head still bleeding. How could she had done such a thing? How? Why did she have to cause such a mess?Consternation took over and reflected in her eyes. She had just made a terrible mistake; a terrible one. What would she do?No; she couldn't stay. She needed to get far away - despite the fact it was something she was scared of doing. She took off her shoes, opened the door and ran out of the room and doing that, she saw some boys coming her way. They'd been drawn by the clamorous sound from the room and immediately, Octavia started running away, taking the opposite direction.

Octavia opened her eyes and found herself on the bed.  She moved uncontrollably and spread her arms, feeling the soft foam.  Her head - it ached a lot. And in between her legs, all she could feel was pains  She felt dazed and closed her eyes briefly to recall the incidence of the previous night. She didn't exactly want to recall it, but they came running into her head effortlessly.  She remembered every single thing - hurting the Master at the party, then Khalid punishing her by using her brutally. How could she possibly forget? The door opened not long after and she opened her eyes to see her sister walking in with a napkin over her neck.  For the first time,, Mica wasn't dressed in her usual black leather trouser and jacket as she wore just trouser and singlet. She looked sweaty and seemed to be returning from the gym. 

Mica got off the train and boarded a cab home - a place she never thought she'd be in years.  As she sat at the backseat, next to the window, she kept thinking of her father - the family she'd lost. Everything happened when they lost their mother.  Their father changed, brought in another woman few weeks later who became a pain in the ass, and so many stupid things happened that led to her leaving the house and going to join the X-family. Her father kicked her out and she had promised him he was never gonna see her face - ever again. ***********After a long ride, the cab got to hrr destination and she settled the cabby and continued the rest of the way on foot.  She brought out her face cap, wore It over her head and continued walking - face down.  She badly wanted to know why Octavia left the house. She knew, of course, something was wrong - very wrong. 

It was the dawn of the day. Octavia's sound sleep was disrupted by a knock on the door. Mica had been in the bathroom and couldn't come out to get the door. So, Octavia had to do it. The knock persisted and she groaned as she left the bed, walking towards the door. Her eyes were a little heavy, but she forced herself to get to the door and when she opened it, it inconvenienced her to see it was Moscow - her supposed trainer. His face fumed. "What the hell took you so long to answer the door?" He asked raucously, but Octavia didn't reply. "I'm talking to you" he said again and Octavia lowered her gaze and replied:"I was sleeping". He chuckled and gawped at her. "You have fifteen minutes to get dressed. Your training begins immediately" he scra

Mica came out of the cab and walked to the other side of the road to meet her - Yvonne. She was walking tho and fro, a litted cigate in her hand. "The f**k, Mica. You kept me waiting for too long. Do you think I'm a statue?" She grouse as Mica got close. "Take some chill pills, Yvonne. I'm sorry, okay? Got hold up in traffic", Mica replied with an eye roll. "Fine! So, what's this about? You said I was important?" She asked and Mica looked around. Yvonne was a close friend from another and she felt she could trust her. "Yeah...I need your help, Yvonne. I...I need you to go somewhere with me" she said. "Somewhere? Where's that?"Mica licked her lips. She could trust her, right?"My sister suddenly showed up at the clan and insists on staying. She's so determined but I know she's hiding somethi