After changing into sportswear I went to the gym to work out. Atleast nobody is here. Yay.
After warming up I started punching and kicking the punching bag. All my frustrations were taken out on it. My shoulders were hot and sore but I kept going. Non stop.
After what was approximately 20 minutes of punching the bag the door swung open. My head snapped into the direction of the door. I immediately rolled my eyes when I saw Saint. Then I started punching again.
Left.
Right.
Kick.
Squat.
Left.
Right.
Kick.
Squat.
I felt eyes on my back so I stopped punching and turned around. Oh wow. He has been looking at my ass. Perv. "Eyes are up here buddy" I said in a mocking tone. His eyes met my gaze. "If you can knock me out I'd do anything you want. If I knock you out you stay the fuck away from me. Deal?" I said waiting for him to shake my hand. And he did. "Deal." he answered while taking of his sweater. Holy rubber goose! His body is- "See something you like" he said. "Fuck you." i spat. "Oh I'd like that."he replied with a smirk on his handome face. What the fuck? Handsome face? Really?
"Im gonna be gentle on you since you're a girl." He said heading to the ring.
I stepped into the ring while he stood at the other end. I cracked my knuckles watching him jumping around. "Dont hold back. Understood?" He lunged forward a swug his arm to punch me but I ducked and landed my fist in his abdomen. He coughed and tried again. The same cycle. Over and over and over again.
Punch.
Duck.
Punch.
Duck.
Kick.
Punch.
Before he could recover from the punch I landed on his jaw, I sent him into the floor. Which made him surrender.
I turned on my heel to leave and saw Dad looking at us. He was smiling. Now I see what Ma saw in him. He wasn't ugly. Wait what?
I walked over to him and he handed me a bottle of water. I squirted some into my mouth and then turned to dad. "Where'd you learn to fight like that? I mean I know you can fight but not like that. Saint is the best fighter we have."he said. "Thats your best fighter? Dad come on. I punched the fuck out of him. He is definitely gonna have some bruises." Dad laughed. "I was being gentle. I didnt wanna hurt the kid." Saint spoke up who sat down on the bench next to dad. "You're still gonna stay the fuck away from me." I spat as I walked out.
After showering I sat in Kairo's room. I held his favourite hoodie. I inhaled his scent. It still smelt like him. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I unlock it and find a message from dad.
Pablo<3 : Can we talk?
Me : uhm yeah.
Pablo<3 : Im in my office.
I headed down to his office. I heard a faint 'come in' after knocking. I went straight to the table that has whiskey. Only to find water. I groaned in annoyance. "You can't carry on like this." Dad started. "What do you mean?"
"I mean- I dont even see you anymore." he said.
"Pablo please. Im then right here. Your eyes are open and you aren't blind. So you can see me."
"Kenya-"
"Dad. Dont" i cut him off. "Please. Im not used to these type of things. Where I talk about stuff." I stood up from my chair only to halt my steps when dad raised his voice at me saying "Sit your ass down!" I flinched because he has never spoken to me like this before.So I must've pissed him off. I sat down while looking at my fingers I was fiddling with.
"Look at me." He said softly. I looked at him through me lashes.
"Are you okay?" He enquired
"Yes."
"Bullshit." He spat back.
"Im fine! Fuck- why dont you just believe me when I say I'm fine?"
"Because you're not!" He yelled.
"Fine. I'm not. Happy?" I yelled back.
"Lower your voice." He said in a hushed tone. "Talk to me sweetheart. Please."
"Im tired. Im tired Dad." i said to him.
"I can see that Kenya-" i cut him off saying
"Talking won't fucking bring him back!" He was surprised at my outburst. "He is not coming back dad. He left. Forever. Who is gonna annoy me now? Who am I going to lull to sleep?" I sniffed, wiping tears running down my cheeks. "Who is gonna walk on my back like Kairo did? Do you know how much he loved me? Do you know how many times a day he'd tell me that I am beautiful? A gazillion fucking times. Till I got fed up. Now i regret being tired of hearing his voice. 'Cause now I'll never hear it again" my voice broke at the end of my sentence. Dad walked over and hugged me.
"What if you can hear his voice again?" Dad asked.
"Quit playing Pablo." I said,scoffing.
"Watch this." Dad handed me his phone and i played the video.
