Ending Silence

Chapter 10

Morgan's POV

I wince from the pain, tensing up before taking a deep breath. Once my bra is on, I put on a baggy shirt and some shorts next, which was rather difficult and extremely painful.

It's been five days now since that random guy beat me up, and I've been pretty much unable to move since.

My ribs and stomach were covered in disgusting bruises that honestly scared me to even look at.

I missed training, obviously. I told Luna, Marlow and Diego I was sick. They didn't believe me at first, but when I winced in pain from simply rolling onto my side, they quickly believed my horrible 'stomach cramps'.

They've been bringing me food, which I'm thankful for since I would have literally starved otherwise. But tonight, at three am, I'm having a sudden boost of motivation.

So here I am walking down to the gym, pretending I'm not in pain.

When I get there, the lights are off. Which is extremely weird since this place was never empty. But I suppose most people sleep at night. Especially when they have to get up at seven am for three hours of exercise. I find the switch pretty quickly, and wince when the bright lights turn on.

Walking across the empty gym, I get to the punching bags. Out of everything I could have chosen to do, I know punching a punching bag was probably one of the more painful options I could have chosen.

But I'm pissed, and I'll be in pain either way.

After spending a good five minutes wrapping my hands, I finally get it. I walk over to the bag and start punching it.

I'm not an expert, but I know how to throw a punch or two. Credit to my grandfather, and our Saturday boxing lessons that he started when I got bullied just after joining high school.

The pain in my ribs does not go ignored, but instead, I use it as fuel to punch the shit out of the bag, picturing that guy's weird face on it.

He clearly got the wrong person. So not only did he hurt me for no reason, but he also basically put me on bed rest for five days, leaving me with plenty of time to overthink my last interaction with Sage.

The one where I completely humiliated myself by checking him out while he was right there, waiting for me to move out of his way.

I feel a blush form on my face at the memory. I've decided I'm staying away from him for good now.

Two embarrassing interactions in the span of four weeks is enough for me.

I continue punching the bag, trying to release my anger but it doesn't work well since the bag keeps on moving away every time I hit it.

Until it doesn't.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

Holding the bag still, I stop punching. "It's fine, you don't have to hold it. Thanks though" I mumble, scared to look at him. I'm surprised he's even willing to be in the same room as me after I no doubt creeped him out.

When he doesn't move away like I had hoped he would, I sigh, deciding to just ignore him as I start punching again. It's more difficult now, since I'm distracted by the feeling of his eyes on me. Not only that, but I also have to hide my pained expressions.

I wonder if he noticed I was gone for five days.

He probably did. I tend to stare at him like a weirdo. He probably felt relieved when he didn't see my face.

I frown slightly. It's weird. I'm used to having people avoid me, or feel relieved when they don't have to see me. I've grown used to it. But for some reason, it hurts knowing he's one of those people.