Because of You

Hone$t

Verns POV
I woke up to a dark room, sunlight peeking through the blinds. I picked up my phone a looked at the time, only for it to be 5:30. I felt overwhelmed by my feelings which I hated, I had been so needy these past few days and I need to learn to cope on my own.

I get up from the bed and walk into the bathroom. I needed to do something to clear my mind and I thought back to when I was younger. Whenever I was angry or upset I'd take it out at the gym, and kickboxing was my main source of release. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Walking back into the bedroom I changed into a sports bra and running leggings. I slipped on some sneakers and a light jacket.

Tiptoeing out of my room I grabbed my keys and went downstairs and out to my car. I didn't want Bailey grilling me on where I was going. I walked into my car and drove to the nearest gym. I parked in the lot, walked inside, and started a membership. When is finished I walked over to the boxing area and sat down. I wrapped my hands with tape but skipped the gloves. I wanted to feel everything.

I started boxing doing the combinations I remembered learning when I was younger. I could feel the sadness dissipating and my anger rising. I was so angry, angry at me for yelling at Lena, angry at me for acting like such a mess for the people I love to take care of. I started getting lost in the workout and didn't realize someone standing by me until they stopped the bag I was hitting from swinging back and forth.

"Easy there tiger, you seem a little angry" the guy says. He was tall, towering over me, with blond hair pulled in a small ponytail. His wasn't Jesse but he was good looking. I rolled my eyes and walked toward my bag where he followed me.

"Are you new I've never seen you here" he asks as I rip the tape off my hands and knuckles. My knuckles were bruised and some of them were bleeding but I didn't really care.

"Oh geez are you ok" he says and rushes over taking my hands in his. I take them back quickly. "I'm fine it doesn't hurt, I'll be fine" I say back. It actually hurt like a bitch but it was ten times less than the pain I had been feeling Ithe past couple weeks. I started throwing my stuff in my bag and pulled my jacket on.

"Are you going to be ok" he asks following me out. "Yea I'll be fine" I say sending a small smile.

"Nice, will I see you again" he asks. "Probably, bye" I say. He backs up and I pull out the lot and onto the road on the way home. I felt better after that, I felt less angry, but I didn't feel happy I haven't felt it for a while.

I walk in to find me literally everyone in the living room. Bailey runs to me and starts squeezing different places asking if I'm ok, she's speaking a mile a minute and I don't know what the hell she's saying.

"Where were you" she asks/screams. "The gym" I say as I walk toward the steps. "I was so worried why didn't you answer your phone"?

"I turned it off" I say. "Where are you going"?
"To take a shower Jesus what is this 21 questions" I keep walking and close to door to my room.

"I slip into the bathroom, step out of my clothes, and get in the shower". As I'm showering I get the flashbacks in my head and I start to feel that sadness I've been trying so hard to get rid of.

Every so often I get these flashbacks of Lena and I or the whole band together and it made me really upset. I just missed her so much. I really fucked up. I got out the shower and walked into the bedroom only to find Jesse sitting on my bed.

"Jesus you scared the shit out of me" I say. I walk into my closet and pull out some black high waisted shorts and a black shirt.

"Where were you"? he asks. He looks tired and he has bags under his eyes, and I can't help but feel guilty.

"I was at the gym, I said that"? saying confused. I don't understand why he's asking me the same question.

"What happened to your hands, they're all bruised" he asks. I walk toward the bed and sit next to him.

"I was boxing with out gloves, I didn't really notice until I was done". I look down at them. They were really bruised and they really hurt but I didn't mind. I was shocked when he took my hands and kissed each knuckle one by one. My stomach fluttered and I felt that unfamiliar feeling I haven't felt in a while.

I moved my hand and turned his face toward mine. I connected my lips with his and I could his hands move up to my hair. Once we finally stopped our small make out session we laid on the bed looking at each other, playing with each others hands.

"You seem a lot better today" he says

"It's because of you"