His Personal Trainer

Chapter 19

Ignore the phone case; Jésus took her phone away before they took off..
Search: Till I Collapse -Enimen ft Nate Dogg. And you might get the feel of this chapter; also it's a pretty good song... :)
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8th day.

I'm at a gas station restroom, changing because Jésus told me to change. So I decided to dress badass, just to see how he will react. I hate him, I always will. He made my life hell after it happened, and I can't wait 'til I get my revenge.

I was so glad Jésus let me pack the little clothes I had with me before he took me, if not I would still be in the same clothes as a couple of days ago.

I put on a shirt that says, "Born for Trouble," grey short shorts, my black combat boots with a couple of chains around the ankle, my silver/gray "don't blink" necklace, skull ring, 'sharp' bracelet, and my silver dragon earrings. After putting all of that on, I decided to just leave my hair down after I brushed it, then I put on dark red lipstick, and did a sort-of smoky eye look.

"Perfect," I say, looking at myself in the mirror.

After making sure I look good, for my sake, no one else's, I head out of the restroom and go back to Jésus' black Ferrari.

"Damn, what happened to the innocent Raven?" Jésus says, when he sees me.

"She died twelve years ago," is all I say.

Jésus shakes his head, and doesn't bother telling me to put the blindfold on now, since I know exactly where we're going.

"Onto hell we go, bella."

"Apparently, now put the fucking music on Jésus." I say, while flicking the knob to put on more volume when a good song comes on.

"'Cause sometimes
you feel tired,
feel weak, and when you
feel weak, you feel like you wanna give up.

But you gotta search within
you, you gotta find that
inner strength
and just pull that shit out
of you and get that motivation

To not give up
and not be a quitter, no
matter how bad you
wanna just fall flat on
your face and collapse."

"What's this song called?" I ask Jésus.

"Till I Collapse by Enimen featuring Nate Dogg." Jésus replies instantly.

"I take it you've heard it before?"

"It's a song that suits you perfectly right now."

"How?" I ask curiously.

"Because you look like a fucking badass right now." He smirks in my direction, I laugh at him and listen to the music playing.

"Till the roof comes off,
till the lights go out.
Till my legs give out,
can't shut my mouth.

Till the smoke clears
out and my high burns out
I'ma rip this shit till my
bone collapse.

Music is like magic
there's a certain feeling
you get when your real
and you spit and people
are feeling your shit.

This is your moment and
every single minute you
spend trying to hold onto it
cause you may never get it
again.

So while you're in it try to
get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over
just admit when it's at its
end.

Cause I'm at the end of my
wits with half this shit
that gets in.
I got a list here's the order
of my list that it's in:
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac,
and Biggie, Andre from
Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and
then me.

But in this industry I'm
the cause of a lot of
envy, so when I'm not
put on this list the shit
does not offend me.
That's why you see me
walk around like
nothing's bothering me.

Even though half you
people got a fucking
problem with me.
You hate it but you know
respect you've got to give me.
The press's wet dream
like Bobby and
Whitney. Nate hit me.

Till the roof comes off,
till the lights go out.
Till my legs give out,
can't shut my mouth.

Till the smoke clears
out - am I high?
Perhaps.
I'ma rip this shit till my
bone collapse.

Till the roof comes off,
till the lights go out.
Till my legs give out,
can't shut my mouth.

Till the smoke clears
out and my high burn out
I'ma rip this shit till my
bone collapse."

This is a good song, I think to myself. After about 2 more minutes of the song, it finally comes to an end. "It had a great beat.." I say out loud.

"Sure did." Jésus replies. "You should get some sleep before we arrive, you look tired." Jésus says, glancing at me through the corner of his eye.

"Ok." Is all I reply, soon after, the dangerous darkness takes over me once again.

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Alex's P.O.V.
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"Ugh, Luis stop kicking me." I groan, wishing I had stopped at the motel earlier so we could've been more comfortable, but sadly the paparazzi got word that I was going to Florida.

I hear a mumble from Luis, but nothing changes.

I groan again, and decide to keep going, because the more we move, the faster I get to be with Raven again.

I've been thinking over things, and could only come up with one solution as to why I would even do the crazy shit I'm about to do right now, and with Luis by my side, no less.

I'm in love with Raven.

Of course we haven't known each other long enough to actually know each other, but I have never felt this way with any other girl.

How I can't wait to see her, how just touching her I feel good, I feel like I have everything I'll ever need, and then when I hug her close to me, she fits into me like a puzzle piece, that has been missing all my life.

For the first time, I'm glad she's a personal trainer, because that means she knows how to protect herself. Knows how to get away, and if this guy, Jésus, Luis was telling me about really was as nice as he sounded, he better not be getting to cozy with my girl.

Woah Alex, she's not yours, not yet. I remind myself.

I keep driving, following their little trail, following my Raven, My Personal Trainer, into the unknown.

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Raven's P.O.V.
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"Raven. Raven, darling get up. You're finally home again, come on sweet cheeks, wake up." His voice comes through my hazy head, from just getting up from my who knows how long sleep. "There's my hazel eyes looking back at me." He says while giving me a 'smile.'

"Damn." I mutter under my breath.

"Now come on babe, let's get you inside." He whispers close to my ear, before grabbing my earlobe between his teeth and biting hard enough to make me cry out.

"Asswhole." I hiss, but he just ignores me, and carries me bridal style to his fucking mansion.