Atlas Black

Chapter 12

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

After Sas insisted we make a trip to the grocery store, Starbucks and also along the way: getting distracted in shopping, we prioritised stopping to collect a cake. The cake we custom made and ate in one sitting left me stuffed and drowsy.

After mentally degrading myself and telling my lazy ass to get off my bed and out the room to be more productive after a day inside, I promised myself I'd hit the gym and focus on my physical self as well as working on myself mentally.

Since that day after finding out Atlas has being lying to me, I pushed myself out the door and to the gym, working mainly on boxing and strength. An entire week has passed since and I've only been working on myself.

Motivation seemed to kick in whenever I'd picture the punching bag to be Atlas so that I'm using more power in every kick, jab and punch I can muster. The good perks is that it also gives me a good sweat too.

College has been quite uneventful to say the least, hanging out with Sas and sometimes Kai dropping in whenever he feels like it. And I have absolutely no clue about Aiden and I don't think I'd want to know. No crazy shit has been happening thankfully.

Except the workload has been keeping me on my toes and keeping me up all night. Sometimes I get too overwhelmed and stressed that I don't end up completing any work and hand my assignments later than the due date. Fuck college and all the academic validation we seek In life.

It's absolutely ridiculous how we romanticise school and education in order for us to succeed. I'm lazy as fuck so I have to romanticise every single thing in order to actually do something.

Also it's ridiculous how we need school for grades, grades for jobs, jobs for money and money to make a living. But do I really? Why can't I just cheat my way through life and sell drugs or become a stripper? They don't need grades for that and yet they make more than any 'average' paid job do.

Balancing my personal life and college is fucking challenging. But every opportunity or free time I get, I use it to my advantage and knock myself out at the gym. The gym has now become my safe haven for the past week.

Saturday approaches and that's when I'm mostly getting myself up early to do my training in the gym a few blocks down the apartment. There's hardly anyone in their early mornings, like the saying says, the early bird gets the worm.

The hoodie I've been keeping in my possession, I throw on top of my workout clothes, black Nike sports bra with lulu leggings. These leggings are comfortable as fuck.

Sas is still still asleep as she's a late riser and sleeps in most the time. I grab my keys from the shoebox at the front of entryway and head out locking the door behind me.

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The gym is empty as expected and so I scurry over to the free space that's given all to me for a short time. I mostly work at the punching bags, mainly working my arm muscles and practicing defending and punching to let off stress.

I'm standing in front of a punching bag positioned in front of me, dangling from the ceiling as I lunge my right leg in front of me with my boxing gloves positioned in front of my face and I picture Atlas' face as the punching bag and begin hitting aggressively.

It's a good technique I've come to realise and it works like a charm, every single time. Throwing, punching, jabbing with my knuckles, Beads of sweat roll across my forehead as I begin tire out.