They Call Him Rage (The Wicked Saints Series - Book 1)

Chapter 10: Risen

Myras P.O.V

I don't know how long I was in here punching the bag for, or how long I spent running on the treadmill. My mind was like a warzone of its on.

A constant battle between the Myra that was married to someone she thought she knew for years. Then there's the Myra I started to become over the last year of being away from that. Then there was the me that was still a hopeless romantic that never thought she would get to marry the one she loved.

With my family looming over me to be perfect. The perfect wife, the perfect homemaker, and the biggest one was the perfect woman. One in their onionin had no voice. I was just supposed to sit and look pretty. Make everything on the outside for others to see, look and be in order perfectly.

This is where my mind is at war. A war between the girl who grew to not have a voice. The girl who grew to allow a man like Chad to use, abuse and sell me out for money. Instead of loving me and cherishing me, like I had always dreamt it would be like.

My mind was barely holding on. Physically, I knew I could fight. I could protect myself from anything coming at me. It was my mind that I wasn't so sure I could trust. I thought I had become mentally stronger. Instead, I just hid it better than I thought I did, even to myself.

Its triggering really. I know everyone is walking on eggshells around m. As if I will break. I may just break, but I will rise better than I was before. With each time, it's like I am being reborn stronger than the last time.

Which is why I have asked Blade to show me how to handle a weapon. I wasn't ready for a gun yet. But I wanted to know how to protect myself with more than just my fist. Especially with people like the archangels after me.

I didn't want to rely on the Wicked Saints or more specially my brother to protect me. This was my fight, and I would be damn if I curled up in a ball again. To just have someone use me and abuse me anyway they wanted to.

"Ready?" His voice was deep and if I didn't know him. I would have died just now. Between the way he carries himself, to his voice and ridiculous size. He looks like a huge bear with the face of a god and a full body of tattoos.

"Yea I'm ready." I say to Blade. To which I just get a grunt back.

"So, what do I do?" I asked him.

He never says another word, just shows me how to stand, and how to hold the knife in my hand. Then eventually when he feels I did that right. He shows me hoe to throw it.

Again, still never saying another word to me. He moves my body or arm, whenever it isn't right. We stayed in the backyard throwing knives at the target he had hanging from a tree. Over and over again for at least an hour.

Finally, he says, "Good." Before taking the knives from me and putting them away safely.

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" I asked him. I know he heard me. I see his eyebrows scrunch a little.

"I mean by learning this stuff. Like how to throw knives and taking on boxing. I never want to be the same weak girl I was with him." I say that last part with a shiver.

He turns to me, staring into my eyes like he trying to find something. He lets out a sigh. Before crossing his arms over his chest.

"I think you learning how to defend yourself is a good thing. Just because you felt weak before, doesn't mean you actually were. It just means he manipulated your mind into thinking you were. When I look at you, I don't see a weak girl. I see a strong woman, who survived something that would have killed anyone else. I see a woman who is taking her power back, by fighting her demons. That's what I see." His voice was low but stern.