aeipathy
(n.) an enduring and consuming passion
Cassie Lawrence returns to Reseda, Los Angeles to live with her father Johnny Lawrence after the recent death of her mother. It's been 4 years what could possibly have changed?
A/N: This story takes pl...
A/N: The first part of this chapter is based on Season 1 Episode 5 "Counterbalance" so if you want a better visual of the training and fight scenes watch it.
The next day of training dad wheels in a pitching machine. Miguel and I look at each other both frightened and confused.
"What the hell is that for?" I speak up. Dad plugs in the cord and the wheel starts to spin.
"Blocking." he throws some chest and arm pads at us and we put them on.
"Miguel, step up." his eyes widen as his name is called. He steps in front of the machine.
"Ready?" Miguel puts his hands up. "Yes, Sensei." Miguel says out of breath from the push-ups we just did.
Dad clicks a button that he's holding and a baseball comes flying at Miguel. He blocks it causing it to put a hole in the wall. He looks at dad wondering why he wasn't upset about the wall. That was a mistake as dad pushed the button again and a ball flew and hit Miguel in his elbow.
I looked at dad in shock, but he just kept pushing the button.
Then it was my turn. I remember to stay focused so I don't get hit. After several hits, my arms start to become numb with pain.
The next day dad held us in a chokehold constantly asking us "What does a Cobra do?" Miguel tries to tap out and dad just says "There's no tapping in karate."
The day after that we went one on one against dad. Miguel went first. He was having a hard time keeping his hands up due to the fact that dad had us do 100 push-ups on our knuckles instead of just 50.
I was just as bad. I got tired so quickly and caught a foot to the stomach. That's when me and Miguel agreed that every morning before school we'd go on a run together.
The morning after. I rolled out of bed and plugged in my earphones. I dropped to the ground and did 50 push-ups on my knuckles. I threw on a white sleave cut off and black leggings and head outside to meet Miguel. He's already out there stretching. He looks to me and nods. We take off. We run for a mile and run up the stair of an old helicopter landing pad and do 50 more push-ups.
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That day after school dad brought the pitching machine back in and we had gotten a little better at blocking. Our pain tolerance was higher so the hits hurt less.
The next day we were back in chokeholds. "What does a cobra do?" dad asked starting to tighten his grip around my neck. I elbow him in the stomach then duck under his arm while twisting it.
"Slither!" I said catching my breath. "Not bad." he smiles.
The next day the pitching machine was brought in again and to say we had gotten better was an understatement. The hits no longer fazed us. There were zero grimaces of pain on our faces.
