Behind the hideous heart

Chapter 5

A positive attitude may not solve all of your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kelly's POV~~~~

The gym was one magical place for her. Turner was standing at his usual place. He was leaning against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed. "Your late" he growled. Tim was her trainer. He was a 6'3 and had olive toned skin. He's not usually a happy person. Especially when it came to work he took it very seriously which is one of the reasons she hired him. He was like the big brother she never had, well in this lifetime anyway. "Sorry I had a meeting". "And I care because, hurry up and change i'we be inside" I was gonna walk away till he added "oh and next time shove your damn excuses down your throat". He was the only man who gave her orders. no one bossed her, she did the bossing and everyone knew It well. But she was a bit glad that he wasn't intimidated by her. She went to her locker and changed into blue sport bras and grey shorts. It was the only thing that gave her comfort. Their working room was a private one. It was quite big with every accessories needed. In the middle was two huge punching bags. Next to them was Tim waiting very patiently with her gloves. Not. She was gonna say sorry again but then she had nothing to apologise for. He helped her put the gloves on and went to get the pads. She started her routine punching each pad one by one. "Cmon harder and faster" she quickened her pace hitting harder and faster. They did that for a good 35 minutes and she took her break. She took  her bottle and drank some water. Than she poured the rest on her head. The water went down from her braided hair which she just did to her neck, down her bra until her stomach who by the way had nice abs. Not like guys since it wouldn't look nice on a girl but enough to turn on a man just by looking at it. After her break they went back to work. Only this time it was with the punching bag. They worked for a while, about 20 minutes and she started panting. This time he was pushing her harder "C'mon Kelly stop being a wuss", " harder" he roared. "C'mon you hit like a girl" with every second she become more and more frustrated. So she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and reopened her eyes. She started hitting it harder. With every punch a piece of her pain would go and would be replaced by anger. Each question popping in her mind would worsen her anger. Why did it have to be her? Why did god create her if he would torture her like this? If he would let him do that to her. Why did he have to take away her everything at such a young age ? And most importantly why did her parent left her all alone in this cruel world ?