Dark Romance

Escape

(A/N)IIGHT SO, LITTLE MODIFICATIONS TO ALL STORIES. I KNOW I PUT PROD IN SOME AND EJ IN SOME, BUT FUCK IT. I GET CONFUSED ON WHO IS IN WHICH STORY AND I CAN'T GO BACK TO SEE BECAUSE THE NIGGAS BARELY GOT LINES EITHER WAY. SO, FROM NOW ON, PROD, EJ, AND MIKE ARE IN THE STORY. JUST TO MAKE THINGS EASIER.

KYRA

After training, I lied down on the couch in the living room, sore. Prince walked in and sat down next to me. He tried to give me a massage, but I rejected.

"You know, there's no point in doing this if I'm just gonna have to keep going to practice every day." I sat up a little so he could have more space.

"But its better than getting bruised, not doing anything about it, then getting hit on the bruises, then bruises on bruises turns into infection. Nah."

"All I need is Tiger Balm and Turpentine, I'll be fine." I groaned as I repositioned myself on the couch.

"Turpentine?" He said in a confused tone.

"Yeah. You don't know what turpentine is?" I asked, shocked. He shook his head. "It works. Carlos says its been in our family for years. He even found a book on how to cure things without doctors. My big granny made it. Like, using cobwebs for profusive bleeding. Stops it. Turpentine for just about anything. Stuff like that." I shrugged.

"Really? Cobwebs? For bleeding?" Roc asked, confused.

"Yeah. Y'all ain't know? If we ever get the chance to go back home, I'll show y'all the book." I smiled.

"What does it say about bruises?" Prince asked.

"I dunno. I didn't memorize it. Oh and for future reference, for y'all future wives, boil some lettuce in a pot and lie it on her stomach for contraction pains or her breasts if she's having problems producing milk. It might be lettuce. Or something else. I'll have to check the book."

"Wow. I'm surprised she hasn't found a home remedy for how to cure cancer." Ray chuckled to himself and lied back on the couch.

"Yeah...so...what's the plan for today?" I asked. They all looked at me weird.

"To lay low and not raise suspicion." Ej answered, turning his attention back at the TV.

"So, nothing."

"Exactly." The all said in unison.

"You don't need to be worried about them, miss Hernandez. You will have two more training sessions. I've changed it to three training sessions a day. Your next one is in an two and a half hours." The Marshall dropped by, leaving the room.

"You still up for giving me a massage?" I turned over to Prince.

"Actually." The Marshall entered the room again. "Prince has his training session right now." He exited the room again.