LOGINThe fourth week of my training proceeded with great results. At least that's what I thought because Dashiell didn't say anything. Usually, when he leaves comments, they're negative except for what happened last Monday, when he said I did well for the very first time. Anyway, thank goodness, it's Friday; no training tomorrow. Hmm... I wonder how I will spend my 2-day off. I'm contemplating this because my past weekends weren't spent well for all I did was eat and sleep. It goes to show how I'm beaten due to this training. If only getting stronger is easier said and done, I wouldn't have to undergo this intense training. Oh! Well, it's as Dashiell said, nothing's easy in this life. Still, I hope I don't have to train like crazy so I can continue living a normal life, but thinking about everything that my mom told me regarding the past, I feel like I never really lived a normal life.
-Sigh-
It's all thanks to that Dr. Foley bitch. Anyway, I wish there's at least one thing that's easy in this life but alas, that's not the case and it will never be.
Back to my concern, I don't want to limit spending this weekend to just sleeping and eating. I miss going out to shop for my stuff and occasionally hang out with my colleagues. Speaking of them, I miss them too especially Bianca. I wonder how they are doing. I hope they're doing fine. I can't help but worry about how they're hanging onto the duties I left on them. I am the head of the department, but here I am scooped inside this bunker. Wait, job? duties? I just remember; how is it going to be when we finish this mission? Can I still go back to my job? Before that, what if we fail to defeat Dr. Foley? What if I fall into his filthy hands? Oh my gosh, everything feels crazy! Thinking about this sticky situation, I feel as if my head will break. Whatever, I'll just sleep. I'll think about this first thing in the morning when I'm awake.
Morning came and I woke up earlier than the past weekends since I started training. I fixed my bedding then I headed to the bathroom to gargle and wash my face. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I noticed that something new is inside my bedroom. I thought that my eyes were playing with me, but when I got closer to the object, I realized that an electric piano is what occupies some space in my bedroom. This could either be Dashiell's or Mr. Thomas' doing. Regardless, I'm really happy because having this piano here made me realize how I will spend this weekend. I should head to the dining room and let everyone know how grateful I am for this especially Mr. Thomas and Dashiell.
Heading to the dining table, I'm happily skipping. When I got there though, Dashiell was not around. According to mama, she woke up seeing him packing some foods and bottled waters. Mama also said that Dashiell left afterward and that he won't be back until dinner. Hearing so, made me lose my happy expression, but I let things proceed as they should and ate with everyone.
After breakfast, I chased after Mr. Thomas and asked him if he was the one who ordered the electric piano for me, but he said that it wasn't him. He added that he didn't ask anyone to order the electric piano for me and suggested that Dashiell probably did it. At that point, I voiced to Mr. Thomas that I want to thank Dashiell for what he did so I need to know if he has any idea of his whereabouts. Mr. Thomas chuckled and told me that he's unsure, but he thinks that Dashiell might have visited that someone he usually visits whenever he's free. Before I could ask more questions, Mr. Thomas waves his hands and says, "That's why I told you last time to try talking to my son often. Before dinner, go to and wait at the common entrance of our bunker. That way, you'll have a chance to have a good talk with my son, or if you want, go to his room after dinner."
Mr. Thomas winks at me after telling me those.
I went back to my bedroom to begin practicing on my new electric piano. I spent the day practicing and eating in between when it's time for it.
Before six in the evening, I went to the common entrance of this bunker to wait for Dashiell's comeback. I waited for him there until half-past six, but he didn't arrive yet so I decided to proceed to the dining table. I thought that Dashiell must have used the other entrance that's why we didn't meet.
Upon reaching the dining table, Dashiell wasn't there, and again, I felt a little sad.
When dinner is over, I immediately went back to my bedroom to do my nightly beauty routine. When I'm done, I reached out for my phone and sent Dashiell a message. I waited for a few minutes for his reply, but nothing came so I laid on my bed, trying to put myself to sleep. I don't think I can sleep any soon, because there's still something I haven't done; I haven't thanked Dashiell yet. Besides, I feel uneasy about his absence. How come everyone especially Mr. Thomas isn't even tensed about this?
-Sigh-
That's it, I'm going to Mr. Thomas's room.
I rolled out of my bed and swiftly sprinted out of my bedroom only to bump my head into something firm. I groaned in pain. So did the one I bumped into.
Looking up, I see the one I bumped into, and happiness welled inside me.
I'm halfway finished with my bottled water when Dashiell spoke, "Cheers to you for clearing this phase."It took me seconds to register what he said. When it did, I squealed in delight. Dashiell chuckles at my reaction and resumes, "I get it, you're happy but don't squeal like that especially when you're sitting next to someone; you'll blast their eardrums.""Sorry.""It's okay. Just don't do it next time.""Got that.""Anyway, you did well in all the tests. Good job!""Yay! I did it! Thank you, Dashiell.""Haha, thank yourself instead, and don't get too elated just yet as this is only the first phase. There are still two more.""I know but still I can't help but be happy knowing that I have the potential to succeed. It's like I feel more motivated now to continue with this. That being said, please continue guiding me."Dashiell titters and ruffles my hair, saying, "Yeah, okay.""Hey, stop that! You're messing my
Arriving at the training room, I noticed that several gym equipment had been set up. When I asked what those equipment are doing inside, Dashiell said that he will test if I'm fit enough to clear this phase and move onto the next one. With that, I started warming-up by doing some breathing exercises, stretching, and light cardio exercises.When I finished warming-up, Dashiell explained that between each test, there's a five-minute interval in which I could take a little rest. Then, without further ado, he started testing me. Beginning with a speed test, I underwent a flying 30m sprint test, 40m Cycling Sprint Test, and a Plate Tapping Test. My punching speed was also tested.Moving on, my power was put on a test. In that test, my punching power was measured. I did bench presses too as well as basketball throws in a seated position. Following such, I had the vertical jump test, drop jump test, standing broad jump test, and a power clean repet
Before I could ask my first question, Dashiell supplied that he was the one who named Pillow. He explained, "When I first brought Pillow home, I observed that she likes sleeping on pillows so one day I thought out loud that I will name her Pillow which she seemed to had liked since she purred right then."After that, Dashiell didn't speak for a minute so I thought I could start with my first question. "So, when and where-"And just like that, Dashiell interrupts me and steals the rest of the words out of my mouth, saying, "When and where did I get Pillow from, huh? I got her two years ago when I was going back to the bunker from my tiring work.""You mean, Pillow was once a stray kitten?""Ah, no. I got her from an animal shelter. She-"This time it's me who interrupts him. "Awesome! You adopted her then?""Geez! Let me finish, will you?" responded a seemingly annoyed Dashiell"Oops, sorry! I got excited, " was my shy reply.Da
The sound of my phone's alarm woke me up. I jolted out of my bed to wash my face and brush my teeth. Afterwhich, I left my room to proceed to the aisle leading to our common exit. I tried to hide as I await for Dashiell to pass by. I opted to do it that way because I have no way of checking if Dashiell is already on his way to visit his "beloved one" unless I checked him in his room which is something that I'm scared to attempt.A few minutes had elapsed and I'm feeling a bit drowsy. Please Dashiell, just show up already. And just like an answered prayer, Dashiell appeared seconds after. He is carrying a backpack which I assume, contains some food. Less than a minute after he went past the spot where I stand, I followed him from behind. I walked as stealthily as I could; however, Dashiell's senses are so sharp that he noticed that someone's following him. He demanded that I reveal myself. I revealed myself and I felt mortified for being discovered which is why w
Right now, I'm lying on my bed thinking about what's happened since my talk with Dashiell. It's been two days since our talk in the living room. The next day after our talk I tried waking up as early as four in the morning, but I didn't manage to get up even after setting up an alarm time. It's not surprising though considering the time I slept, and well, my personality. I've always been like this; a heavy sleeper. Gosh! I missed out on seeing Dashiell before he left. Mr. Thomas said he left for an errand and to visit his beloved one. That "beloved one" thing always gets me. Ever since I heard about it, I can't stop wondering who that "beloved one" is. Even though Dashiell said it's not his girlfriend, I can't help but think it's his girlfriend that he visits a lot, like come on who would wake up earlier than five in the morning then later after training, rush out of this bunker just to meet someone. It's not like I'm trying to stalk Dashiell, I only want to know who he meets with.
Dashiell opened the light snacks he got for us and offered me to eat them with him. I reluctantly agreed albeit I don't feel like eating at this hour when I am supposed to be sleeping. I thought if I don't accept Dashiell's offer, he would get offended which I don't want to happen.In between Dashiell's munching on our snacks, he begins, "My dad asked help from his friend, uncle Ray, who we discovered as the owner of the inn where our common entrance is located. I don't know if I should call this fate or coincidence, but uncle Ray happened to be an acquaintance of your uncle Bob. He said that your uncle Bob once saved him from a hospital debt. Your uncle Bob paid more than half of his hospital bills. Back to uncle Ray, he registered himself as my legal guardian. As you might expect, we lied that dad had disappeared without my knowledge, leaving me orphaned. Naturally, my registered address was changed into that of uncle Ray's that's why I was able to finish my studies without