"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone.
Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily.
"I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line.
"We're going to fix it oka...
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Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su Las Vegas, NV Following day
"Cench where is my girlfriend?" Ameena looks around the private workout room, at the faces that surround her but isn't satisfied Killian isn't here.
I shrug, "Said she's tired."
"Poor thing, those overnights can be so taxing." Ameena shakes her head, the over night shift wasn't the only thing that tired her out. When I got back into the room last night after grabbing us some food, her face was soaked with tears and her body wouldn't stop shaking. Her aftercare included a warm bath, and at her request a cuddle session to fall asleep. Words of affirmation to let her know she did a great job, but we also still hadn't spoken about her purposely defying my wishes in regard to her buying or shooting a gun.
The usual bunch was here, Wadz, Ant, Freya, and Ameena. Everyone was on their preferred machine, and I had just finished my second rep of pull-ups. "Yeah she caught a late flight." I nod before putting my headphone back over my ear.
As if on clock work, my love comes through the door. Her face is a bit puffy but other than that, when she sees Ameena and Freya they all run to each other for their usual group hug. She waves to me shyly before the girls steal her off to the Pilates machines, for no reason at all her cheeks are all red when she looks at me.
I let her and the girls get back to their workouts before tying a weight to my waist, and then resuming my pull ups. At my fiftieth one I held it at the top, looking through the mirror Killian is staring at me. She's winded herself from whatever workout they finished on the machine, but just because she's staring I resume again. A small smirk displays across her beautiful lips, before the girls pull her to another exercise.
Dropping from the pull up bar, I undid the forty pound weight walking over to the guys by the weights they both laugh at me. "Fuck did I do?" I ask.
"Showing off for your girl. We get it bro, you're strong." Wadz teased, and I scoff laughing in on the joke before we hear a trio of giggling. Whenever those three got together, they carried on like school girls. Whispering secrets, passing notes; literally or text messages, and the very frequent coercion of getting each other to do the things we explicitly ask them not to do. Honestly, I was just glad she had people she trusted and felt comfortable with.
