Overdose [Addicted Series]

Chapter 15

Dylan's POV:

Off in the distance, I hear the back door open with a loud rusty creek then slam shut. Common sense tells me it's Rob coming in, my paranoid side has me on high alert ready to fight a bastard-

"Jesus, do you ever go home?" Rob walks in throwing his own gym bag to the corner taking his overly large winter coat off.

"I really don't like the apartment anymore." I admit rewrapping my tape around my fists.

He nods, "any particular reason why?" His voice is full of suspicion as he eyes me curiously.

Shrugging, I flex my fingers the tape finally tight enough, "not really."

"Bullshit."

I roll my eyes, "whatever."

Getting back into my stance, I begin throwing punch sequences into the red bag that hangs from the ceiling.

"It's not home anymore.... Is it?" He asks walking up and stationing the bag to keep it from swinging too much on the old chain, "now that she's gone?"

His voice isn't full of the judgement that's been there the last few weeks, I can hear the concern in his words, "do we have to talk about it?"

I throw another punch into the bag, he barely moves with it's impact, "you've just been spending a lot of time here."

I eye him over my clenched fists, "I'm fucking training."

"Avoiding..."

"Training..."

I throw a more aggressive punch, again he hardly moves.

"You're avoiding." He now shoved the bag into my punch.

"Fuck!" I shout feeling my anger, "I'm not avoiding shit!" Throwing a right hook into the bag I immediately follow it with a left jab, Rob stumbles a bit but holds steady.

"You're not lying to me kid." He grunts as I throw another punch.

The red is seeping in quickly around me, "fuck you! I'm training!"

"Avoiding!" He shouts louder, his voice booming in my ears till all I hear is ringing and the anger swallows me whole.

"I hate it! I fucking hate that shit apartment!" Red it's pulled me down and I can't breathe, "she's not fucking there and it's not fucking home!" Punch after punch, I let the red seep into my veins pushing me further, "she took it all with her!"

"Dylan!"

"Fuck!"

"Dylan!"

"I hate myself!"

Snapping out of it, I step back and away grabbing at my sweat soaked hair, just as Rob rushes away from the bag that swings violently from the ceiling now. We're both breathing heavy the sounds of swinging chains echoing in the gym,

"Fuck..." tears burn my eyes, or maybe it's the sweat from my skin, "I hate it Rob. I fucking hate everything."

Rob looks at my with so much empathy it's hurts to look back at him. So instead, I look away not wanting the pity that comes with admitting the truth,

"I hate myself." I choke out a pathetic sob, the weight of the world seems to fall off my shoulders as I finally admit it out loud.

"Dylan..."

"Don't. Not right now Rob." I begin slowly pacing trying to steady my breathing, "I can't even fucking look at myself in the mirror without wanting to shatter the fucking thing into a million pieces."