I Don't Want To Lose You Again

1.

Self-defence training from 6am to 8am was a regular occurence in my family. Next came school, even though it was my last year, I was homeschooled. Lastly I had a 2 hour private self-defense lesson with Jordan Anderson.

In my opinion he was an asshole but he was still really good at self-defense. I had only started training with him last year because Mari, my old trainer and best friend, had just randomly left one day. No one had seen Mari since that day.

Maybe the only reason I thought he was an asshole is because he was training me instead of Mari.

"Yeah, no, he's definetly an asshole," I muttered to myself as he swept my feet out from under me with his leg and flipped me onto my back.

"You get too careless, Key," Jordan sighed, calling me by my last name as usual," I'm not sure what goes on in your head but you start daydreaming leaving your body too vunerable."

Glaring at Jordan was also a regular occurence for me. Most of the time he didn't actually do anything but I just don't like him in general.

"Whatever," I flicked myself back onto my feet," I'm going to get a bottle of water, want one?"

A brief head shake signalled no. I shuffled quickly into the kitchen from the small garage using the connecting door.

Jordan was a person that confused me deeply. No matter how much I tried to get him to open up to me he always avoided questions about himself

He was kind of like this mysterious, annoying older brother in some ways. It was nice considering I'm an only child. I know it's weird to think of him as an older brother because there's a year in age gap between us but thats just how I feel.

Now that I think of it, I turned 18 last week so his birthday must be coming up soon. I don't know what to get him though because I know nothing about him.

He was always around my house helping my Father out with small jobs or helping my mother with dinner, just doing whatever he could. My father worked as an car mechanic or something and my mother worked as a waitress I think. I don't actually know really, they leave in the morning and come back in the evening. As for Jordan, I have no clue what he does besides me for a living.

His smile lights up our small little house, he was kind of part of the family by now.

I jumped as a weak male voice was heard behind me. Slamming the fridge door, I whipped around to come face to face with my father.

It wasn't hard to tell immediately that something was off. My father's eye was scrunched shut and it looked like he was burned all over with many bald patches spread across his silver hair.

"F-father?"

"Julie you...need to run."

"Where's mother?!"

"Your mother is in a worse condition than me," My father focused his good eye away from my face," I...I had to put her out of her misery."

I blinked. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. Although my parents never paid much attention to me, they were still my parents. Tears flooded my eyes. My father had collapsed to the ground before my very eyes.

"Julie, you need to run. NOW! This is what you've been trained for. This, starting today is the beginning of the end."