PIECES

Chapter 6 ✓

When I showed Tom around the house, I told him he could take it easy today. I had to prepare some things before hell breaks loose.

Monday morning, 6 AM. I bang my fist on the door of Tom's room.

"Wake up!" I said while doing it again.

I hear groans in the room.

"3 mile run for today. You've got 30 second to come out of bed or it will be a 5 mile run! "

I lean against the wall and hear some rumbling in the room which means he got out of bed.

"5. 4. 3. 2. 1- "I said after a while.

The door swung open. Tom was there in shorts and a gray T-shirt.

"6 AM, really?" He said as if he was still asleep.

"I've got you a water bottle" she said when I gave it to him. "Don't nag, follow me."

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After a while we ran past all vilas in a village. I started to run backwards and saw that Tom was struggling. His legs swab back and forth like spaghetti.

"Come on, you're halfway."

"Again ..... it's 6 .... AM ... in ... the morning." Tom said as if he had run out of oxygen.

"DO NOT COMPLAIN. HURY UP. YOU CAN DO THIS. ARE YOU GONNA BE A BOY OR A MAN? " I told him to encourage him.

"A ... man."

"SO YOU GO TO GET THE BEST OUT OF YOURSELF. COME ON." I said to him.

It didn't change anything, he kept running like spaghetti. What a disappointment.

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"Left. Right. Right. Left. Left. Left, "I say to Tom when he punches the punching ball. "Left. Right. Right." And he does what I ask him to do.

"Allright, drink some water."

He took out his water bottle and drank some of it. We are in the gym built into the house. Tom is completely sweaty and has almost wet hair.

"Go over there and do 10 push us, 10 burpees, plank 20 sec, 5 seconds rest and then all over again."

"How many times?" he asked still out of breath.

"Not going to say that. 5, 3, 1 go. " Reluctantly he does it anyway. After half an hour it is enough. I don't want him dead.

"You can shower now, I expect you in 10 minutes in the classroom."

"What? 10 minutes." He said surprised. "Why that?"

"Because as an FBI you always have to be ready in 10 minutes." I reply.

"How? Just how im I gonna be showered, changed and eaten in 10 minutes. Huh? "

"You've got 9 minutes now." I said looking at my watch.

"Bye" with these words he run away.

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It's the second night in the house and I hear some rumbling from the living room. I don't think about it much because I am lying asleep. I'm not asleep, I'm pretty much awake. Anyway, but when I hear a glass drop, my eyes open. I sit up in bed and see if I hear something else or not. And yes, as if someone broke in. I quickly grab my gun from the nightstand and walk to the door. I point my gun at the ground and open the door. then I grab the gun with two hands and walk out of the hallway next to the wall. The wind that blows the outer walls gives me shivers. Right now this is really becoming a haunted house.

When I get to the end of the hall, I hold my gun to my chest. I look around the corner and don't see anyone. At that moment I hear more rumbling coming from the kitchen. I walk barefoot on the cold floor to the end of the hall. I load my gun and stand against the wall. The kitchen is around this corner. With one step I move behind the corner and point my gun at the person directly in front of me.

"OMG!"

"Tom!? what the fuck are you doing here?!" I said in frustration pointing the gun lower to the ground.

"What are you doing here?" said Tom.

"You scared the hell out of me! I thought you were a burglar."

"Why? And why the gun?" He asked.

"Because some glass broke you idiot. And as an FBI agent you always stay on your guard. Even at night."

"It was a glass that was broken, it's not that bad."

I sigh and put my gun on the counter.

"S-sorry I woke you up." He said carefully.

"Sorry I almost killed you" I said. "And don't worry, I wasn't sleeping. "

Tom chuckles and clears up some more broken pieces.