5. A Memory

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I fell flat on my back, the wind knocked out of me. And to make matters worse, whoever it was was now kneeling on me so it was even more difficult to breathe.

“Now what are you running from?” Kyle asked, pinning my shoulders down.

“Get off of me,” I hissed.

When Kyle didn’t apply himself to my request, I tried to punch him, but he caught my fist.

“That wouldn’t be smart now would it?” He asked. “It seems as though you didn’t understand Devan.”

I was pulled to my feet and turned around to come face to face with Devan.

“Maybe I should remind you what happens when you don’t listen,” Devan said.

“Don’t you dare.” All of a sudden Melly was standing in the small space between Devan and I.

She took a step back so she wouldn’t be so close to him, so I had to step back, and then Kyle did as well.

“Get out of here,” Melly snapped at Kyle.

Kyle glared at her, but left.

“Melly, what have I told you about getting involved with my work?” Devan asked her.

“Scout is a person, not another weapon that you use.”

Devan’s eyes burned with anger, and Melly glared right back.

“You’ve never been this harsh with any of the other girls,” Melly pointed out.

“Well they know how to listen.”

“Because they’re afraid of you. It’s about time we found someone who can show you up. It’s not every day we come across someone who can have you down in three moves. How pitiful, Devan Rake ends up on the ground because a girl caught him off guard.”

“Shut up, Melly.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Don’t test me.”

“Too late. She just got here; you can be a little lenient with her. You just yell the rules at her and expect her to remember them immediately. She’s probably under a ton of stress already.”

Devan rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you try losing your memory and then getting kidnapped and then forced into a life of obedience. I still don’t get why you boys can’t just do anything yourselves. If you want a girl to cook for you, get a girlfriend and then you can cook with her, and if you’re nice, she might make something for you. Clean up your own messes.”

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