Protecting The Storm

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Lyla Blake's P.O.V.

The night passed without any nightmares.  Odd.  I woke up at 9:30 a.m. leaving me just enough time to get ready for the gym.  That's right.  I was actually going through with this.  I got dressed in a pair of black and purple running pants, a black sports bra, a light purple dry fit muscle tee and a thin grey hoodie. I checked myself in the mirror after brushing my teeth and putting my hair in a pony tail then ran down stairs and out the door to my motorcycle.

The gym felt like it took only seconds to get to. I walked in the deserted building, turning on the light and setting down my bag that was filled with water and a small hand towel. Seeing that I stilled had around twenty minutes until he came, I turned the radio on, on my phone, and started warming up on a punching bag. I can do this! I can train Parker at least good enough to beat Asher. I know I can.

Ding. Ding.

My head swings toward the door as Parker walks in looking around the gym, his eyes not yet landing on me.

"Finally decided to show up, huh?" I yell at him, grabbing his attention. He turns his head and grins.

"Yeah, for some reason Emmett thinks I need to learn how to fight." Parker says sarcastically, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh really?" I said raising an eyebrow, smirking at him. I wave my hand for him to hurry up.

"Okay. So what we are going to do first is some warm ups. I want you to do twenty push ups and thirty crunches." I told him getting down on the ground to do them also.

It a little under five minutes to complete all of the warm ups and once we were both done Parker looked at me as a couple drops of sweat dripped down his face.

"How are you not sweating at all? I do this type of stuff all the time and I still sweat a bit." Parker asked confused. I shrug my shoulders.

"I've been doing these types of warm ups daily. And actually I do more than this on a regular basis." I said nonchalantly.

We moved over to the punching bag.

"Okay, so I want to see your punch." I tell him. He nods and punches the bag. The strength hes using is good, but his form is bad he could easily have broken fingers or his opponent could have landed a hit right in the ribs, and that is not fun.

"Your putting everything into your strength your not using your head. If you punch with your hand like that, its like calling the doctor ahead of time and telling him your about to break your fingers. hold your hands like this." I walk to him and grab his large hands fixing what hes doing wrong. I start talking again.

"Your hoping your strength is enough because you know your stronger. Although you might be stronger, Asher knows how to hold himself while fighting. He know how to use your strength against you. He knows the ring better than you know your favorite gel brand." I smirk when he turns to look at me.

"For your information, this," he says pointing to his perfectly styled hair. "is natural." I laugh slightly, a smile tugging on his lips.

"Then I guess Asher's not going to know what hit him. Now that I've showed you how to not break anything in your hand, why don't you show me your strength because even though his main goal is to use it against you, we still need strength plus brain in this fight." His smile finally made it to his face as he agreed and brought his hand back then slamming it into the punching bag, making it swing.