This should be fun

Chapter 7

Ten weeks. Ten long weeks of this stupid ass training and I haven't learned a single thing. All I wanted to know was what was the bottle about, but they refused to tell me.

Nalani was locked away in her room knocking what I guess, was the pictures off of the wall. She now shared a room with Cat and I with Iris.

I guess they thought it'd be a good idea to post pictures of our family by our beds. When she first saw it she cried for awhile. Me on the other hand ripped them up and threw it away.

The thing that hurt the most was that it was the good memories that where now tainted of them. I didn't want to remember them, for all I know they're dead to me.

The next day after I tore everything up, there was more lined on the wall. That succeeded to break me down, no matter what I did I couldn't get rid of them.

Now today I was crawled up in my bed, in the fetus position. My whole body was sore. We trained constantly, every frickin' day and night. 2 miles in the morning, combat in the evening, psychology and criminology in the afternoon and another mile after we eat.

It's almost dinner time now, but I wasn't up for it today. My ribs were bruised to the point it hurt to breath. Plus I didn't feel like seeing Nalani.

We had been growing apart now. Those pictures were slowly, bringing back memories of her mom. Those memories, brought the slow rising hatred of my parents and that's what messing us up.

Last week she completely shut me out and we haven't talked since and I don't know why.

It was worse today when we practiced combat and I had to be her partner. The thing that sucked is that it's easy for me to hurt her, but damage is already done and I don't want to add more.

"Aeron," Iris said, throwing a pillow at my head. "there's pizza downstairs." When I didn't move she threw another at me. "You haven't ate a single thing for the past two days. You need to eat something. We even got cheese, Nalani said that was your favorite," she said gently.

"Did she? I wonder what else she said," I said under my breath slowly turning around to face her.

Iris rolled her eyes at me coming into the room closing the door.

"Look, I don't know you and her history together and I don't really care. Everyone here has a screwed up past or else we wouldn't be here. Work out your differences or the next few days are going to be a hell of a lot worse."

That shocked me. Nobody dared to share something with me. It was like trying to get a wall to answer questions. There was no trying anymore. So everyone else were screwed up too?

"Why are you here, seriously? And I don't mean you telling me to eat and get my life together," I said sitting up.

At first I thought she wouldn't answer, she had walked out without a word and came back with two plates of pizza. One for me, one for her. She sat down on the floor leaning against her bed, taking a big bite of pizza.

I waited for her to say something, but she didnt. She gestured me to eat and when I didn't take a big enough bite she glared at me. I scarfed down one slice and she nodded approval.

"My parents tried to sell me for drugs. The first time, I was a baby the next time I was ten," she had said it so casually like this was a normal conversation. "Eventually they succeeded and the man that took me in tried to use me to sell his drugs for his people. I ran away and Sanders picked me up. I didn't think he knew what he was doing until, they stopped two mafias with my help. So that's why I'm here, what's your story," she asked.