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Kit woke up screaming.
She breathed heavy as she held her heart. The same recurring dream dance in her mind, over and over again. Staying in this house wasn't good for her, there was no way it could have been. Not when just two month ago she was at gun point just down the hallway.
It was four, four in the morning. Kit slept a bit longer then she usually did, but not nearly enough. She could stay awake until it was bright enough outside when everyone would wake it. She could go for a walk, she could swim in her pool. There was plenty things Kit could do to keep herself awake, yet she found herself driving to the dojo instead.
No one was there, yet Johnny was dumb enough to keep it unlocked. Kit was angry, angry for not being able to sleep. Angry at the piece of shits who broke into her house, took all her money, and nearly killed her and her parents. She was anger at her father for being a pussy and running, anger at her mother for trying to act as if nothing happened. But most of all, Kit was anger at herself because she knew she couldn't do anything.
Hard punches and kicks were thrown into the punching bag harshly. Kit couldn't even remember when she started doing it, just knowing she couldn't bring herself to stop. She hadn't known who she was picturing more, she didn't know anything. The bell to the dojo ringing behind her hadn't made Kit turn, she was so lost in thought she didn't hear a single thing until a voice rung.
"You're here early." it was Sensei Lawrence, standing in the doorway with a bag. Kit whipped the beads of sweat off her forehead as she breathed heavy, "Jesus, you always sweat that bad?"
Kit shook her head quickly.
"What are you anger at?" the blonde man asked, dropping his bag on the floor and walking over to her, "Who, I think is better."
"A lot of people." Kit said honestly as her sensei got behind the punching bag, yanking on the chain slightly as he held it still, "What are you doing?"
"Go on, hit it." he encouraged her. Kit only stared at him, "Cmon, don't be a pussy."
Kit swung her fist into the punching bag harshly as a huff let her lips.
"Yell out what you're angry about, it'll help." Johnny nodded before seeing her hesitant look, "Cmon, I won't say anything."
Kit stepped back with a heavy breath before she kicked the bag harshly, "My dads a pussy and runs from problems he caused!"
"Yeah!" Johnny encouraged her just as loud.
"My moms a bitch who only cares about what everyone else thinks and puts me on disgusting liquid diets!" Kit hollered out as her knuckles popped when she threw her fist into it before doing it again, "I was robbed!"
"Keep going!" Johnny hollered at her.
"I had a gun to my head and I couldn't do anything!" Kit yelled as loud as she could, her fist and legs hitting the punching bag over and over. She was crying, she didn't know it though, "We have no money and i'm terrified to sleep in my own bed!"
