-There's Dutch involved however I will translate.
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As I walked in through the steel doors I walked over to the place that started it all. During Owens visit he stirred memories I had longed to forget yet here I was trying to push them back into the darkest part of my mind.
I walked over to the bag that started it all. My bag. Everyone in the gym knows its mine and won't touch it unless I'm MIA. I looked at the box below the bag before pulling out my wraps. I started wrapping my hands when someone can behind me and wrapped their arms around me. I immediately went into defence mode but realised it wouldn't be one of the guys from the gym. I steered clear of them and they steered clear of me.
I dug my elbow in their gut before kicking where the sun doesn't shine . I heard a similar groan before whipping around to find a crouching Xander clutching his bottom half. I chuckled before holding out my hand. He waved my hand off before standing up on his own.
"Princessa why are you here" He said looking around the gym.
"I don't know my home away from home I guess" I said smiling at the memories I had here. For example, the ring in the middle of the room was where I won my first street fight. We worked as a normal gym during the day but when night comes it turns into a place for beginner street fighter. He went over to the photo with the very last photo of my Grandfather and I together after my last national fight over in Spain. I always wanted to go back and claim my title again but having 4 years away from it isn't the best decision.
" felle een( fierce one). Was that you Princessa" He said looking astonished.
"Yeah a long time ago I wanted to go and do it again but stuff happened and I never found the right trainer again I guess" I said rubbing my arm.
"I don't mind helping you I was going to be there but business got in the way so I guess I gave you an advantage" He said putting his guard pretending to punch me.
"Oh really and here I thought you were scared about facing me" I said making a quick jab to his stomach. He looked at me hurt before running after me.
"Felle een wat heb ik je verteld over pekelen je vriendjes hier eerlijk gezegd je belachelijk was toen je jonger
(Fierce one what did I tell you about brining your boyfriends here honestly you were ridiculous when you were younger)"
"hallo aan u om Marcus zijn al een tijdje (hello to you to Marcus its been a while)" I said walking over and giving him a hug.
Marcus was my Grandfathers trainee and so he was my new trainer. My Grandfather ever said if anything ever happened he would be my new trainer. He was the only one who I trusted to get me to the top. He was trained with me however he was just a few older than me which made him the best candidate.
"The fuck is happening" Someone said from behind me. Then I remembered that Xander was with me. I turned around to see Xander who has fire in his eyes. I came over to him before touching his shoulder.
"Xander this is Marcus. Marcus dit is Xander (Marcus this is Xander)" I said pointing towards them when I said their name.
"Lijkt een maar van kut als je het mij vraagt ( seems like a bit of a pussy if you ask me)" Marcus said. I laughed before pulling Xanders sleeve up.
"You might want to rethink your tone darling" I said to Marcus knowing full well he could speak English.
"What why did he saying something about me. Right that's it" Xander said charging towards Marcus. I laughed before sitting down and watching the scene unfold. You may be thinking why I'm not helping well, Marcus trained with me and my Grandfather which mean show no mercy to the enemy and don't show pain.
I watched as Xander barrelled into Marcus. I laughed slightly before shutting up after earning a grin from Marcus. I knew what he was doing and as much as I would love to see Xander crumble I knew it wasn't the right time I mean normal civilians were in the gym.
"Marcus no don't you dare Marcus" I yelled.
"What Mooie (beautiful)" Marcus said grinning before reaching for Xanders side. I looked panicked I know I had been taught to do it to my opponents however I could never bring myself to do it. It caused a lot of pain when it was done correctly. The person reaches of their opponents rib and in affect also snaps in half. My Grandfather taught us to do this if we are immense danger but never any other time.
I rushed forward before kicking Xander to the side. I turned towards Marcus furious he even joked about it. I get it show no mercy but seriously using that trick was out of order.
"Serieus, mijn grootvader heeft je niet geleerd zo meedogenloos te zijn. Toon geen genade ja, maar aan de mensen die ik ken Marcus je bent veranderd sinds ik je niet de Marcus heb verlaten die ik ken om te kennen.
(Seriously my Grandfather didn't teach you to be so ruthless. Show no mercy yes but to the people I know Marcus you have changed since I've left your not the Marcus I use to know.)" I said walking closer to him during my speech.
"Come on Princess your the one who has change. You said you would never get involved with another gang after your Grandfather died to Owen but guess we both proven we aren't the stupid teenagers we were back them" He said turning to the office.
I stared at his receding figure before turning back to wrapping my hands and walking over to the bag and began my attack on it. With every punch I got angrier and angrier my breathing grew heavy as I watched my fist connect with the bag with precision.
"Princessa come stop" Xander tried to reason with me after 15 minutes of attacking the bag. I shook my head and carried on. I listened to nothing but chains rattling and my heavy breaths. I kept going until I saw red coming from my fists. I sighed knowing I couldn't continue and came away from the bag.
I unwrapped my hands assessing the damage. I sighed before walking to the office. I stood outside the door before opening it with a deep breath. What I saw was nothing but fire. Marcus was sat in the office with non other than Xander. I moved round the room silent to the first aid cupboard. I grabbed it and briskly walked out the room.
I sat and cleaned my hands before walking out to the gym and back home.
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