Baby Girl by Rachel Angel

I thought he was just a figment of my imagination. The tall, dark, and handsome man who kept watch over me in the most beautiful garden I’ve ever dreamed of.

It wasn’t just a garden, though, but a playground where he would teach me how to use my body and how to hone my body into a secret and human weapon. He said it would come in handy one day, and that I must master the art.

This man, who always wore a mask, said that learning the art of combat and defense would save my life. I just didn’t know that it would require taking a life of someone I know.
He called me Baby Girl, and after all these years, I still quiver when I hear his name. My teacher, my lover. The ultimate bully. Now my Enemy.