𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 {ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ}

Chapter 5 part 4: (G19) Glock 19

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KIARA AMORE BENNET

Me and my father headed to his guest house with his golf cart and we entered his boxing room, there when I was just 8 years old he would train me about body language and how it worked

For an 8 year old, I was extremely impressive to many people I fought in elementary, he toughened me in many ways, he showed me body language and the basics of fighting, blah blah blah

We headed to the other side of the large guest home, there were punching bags, dummies, fake dummy heads and a large space for weapons and guns

They were in a large glass shelf that was closed by hard glass that is unbreakable, and a screen to open up the shelf

He then entered a code very quick and opened the thing up, he took out a G19 for me to use in our training,

My favorite gun.

We started off with going to his safe house little backyard and practice there, my goal was to shoot 25 cans of bottles under sixty seconds, what the fuck man.

This old man has no remorse for his child. This is hard and mostly cause I've been out of using one of these, a gun.

Of course I'll never forget how to use one but, I forgot how to really focus on my target, shit

The first round was bullshit.

I shoot three cans in twenty seconds this man really wants me to do all that with twenty— THREE fucking three small cans are you kidding me right now

Round two, I shot ten under twenty seconds. That's fucking right

Round three is my charm, just fucking watch

I loaded up my gun again and put it to face my first can

As my dad set up 25 other cans, I wish I shot him

He moved out the way and gave me the sign to start

Second one, three thrown to the floor. That's right

I shot fifteen in second seven,

The last second I shot the last seven

I told you all, I can play with a gun.

Mostly when it's my favorite gun is to use

I felt very achieved by my goal beat

"Well done, Kiara." He said blankly before pointing to the punch bag, now this is fun

"you have to break the bag in under thirty minutes, one try" he said, has this old ass bitch lost his fucking mind

Fucking God please help me right now I beg "But I think you'll break it in twenty due to your anger and stubborn self, honestly" he might actually be right

I mean yes it takes a fucking lot to break a punching bag, but I've broken ten punching bags in my life time so I think I'll be fine

Okay Kie, picture Loreen, Sarai and of course Kendra

The bitch that honestly made my life better cause you see, my one year in that lame ass gang I met many friends and many organizations that could help myself in the future

Which of course I was right.

Always

Okay, shut the fuck up now, Loreen.

I grabbed the punching gloves and put it on

I punched once, my four fingers crumbled up and my thumb on top of my pointing and middle fingers, and punched the damn image in my head

The punch was weak and pathetic, twenty minutes bitch, come on

I punched and punched for the next five minutes until I began to get tired, I realized that wasn't goal.

My father's mind work many ways, but one way was by strategy, he wanted me to think starter not harder.

What he mean't was that I didn't need to hit to break or kill something. I could shoot it too. He wanted me to shoot.

I grabbed my gun from his hand and turned around, shooting it right in the center before he applauded at me, finally getting why he took me shooting before this.

My dad then stopped his timer and clapped "Good," he said smiling "Lastly we fight. If you win we're done, if not, your breaking another punching bag with punching and I will tell you all about knifes and annoy you with facts ab-" he stopped at my interruption

"Get ready to get beat up by your nineteen year old daughter, who by the way has been out of matches for an year" I said challenging my father

He grabbed two half and a half's swords, we started off with walking slow and steady in circles

"I see you progressed" he said "shut up." I said blankly as we set on a One guard position, he tried aiming for my head and I did a head, making him groan as I go to my R leg position

We then started going back and forth until he was on the floor still doing a head guard and I did a R gut making him smile and sit up, good thing these things are plastic or he would be dead

"I guess this should be our stop" he said making me nod and starting packing my shit to leave

"Thank you." He said making me turn around from my things "Your welcome I guess?" I said turning back to what I was doing

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Stay safe,

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Healthy.

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And have an amazing day if not great night!

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-B