The Hunter That Never Knew (ON HOLD)

Chapter 15- monster

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Right kick, left punch, duck, side step, turn and kick with back foot, double blow and high kick.

I continued this routine on the punching bag test dummy with full concentration. I high kicked it a little to hard and the dummy went backwards and was springing forward and the head was going to hit me but I did a backwards dodge onto my hands while kicking the dummy and landing in stretching cat position, knock out blow!

Good thing Katrina taught some of her cheer-leading moves.

suddenly dad knocked on the basement door

"Amelie you in there?"

"um yep! just hold on a minute!" I covered the dummy and swiftly pushed it under the staircase "coming!" I went up the stairs and unlocked the door letting him in, dad followed me down the stairs and I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room

"what is with you and coming down here all the time?" dads eyes scanned the room suspiciously then looked back at me waiting for an answer

"oh you know.. I wanted to get fitter and practice for my p.e finals so I'm working out with all your old equipment" I gestured to the treadmill, series of weights, queen 3 workout, boxing gear and other such equipment. What I didn't point to was what was under the stairs, the dummy and some kitchen knives, and a homemade staff. Dad told me when he moved here, him was very dedicated to being his physical peak. Now that dad was fifty, ever since mum died he didn't look after himself and dedicated his days to working, for fifty he looked in his late sixties.

"well all right, but don't hurt yourself ill come down to check on you in another two hours ish" Charles went back up the stairs and shut the door behind him

"to bad we don't have p.e this term" I said to myself as I pulled out a tarpaulin and ab sailing clips, I clipped the ends of the tarpaulin to the roof and the floor so it acted as a background. I grabbed the tennis ball firer, from when dad used to teach little kids tennis lessons, and I set it to 1 ball per second, I thought it might be a bit fast but I have to learn to do it fast. within ten seconds tennis balls were being shot at me in rapid fire, the aim was to block or defend myself from any balls, I hit most of them but any that I didn't would hit the tarpaulin and not break anything in the basement.

training wasn't that regular as I have been busy with school stuff and... harry, its only been a couple days since our drama performance. when I do train some afternoons I would come down here and train for a few hours.

WHACK

"Ow!" a tennis ball had hit me on the nose, I guess I wasn't concentrating enough.

I groaned and with my hand on my nose I stopped the ball firer. I held my nose and took down the tarpaulin and picked up all the tennis balls, I sat down on the stairs rubbing my nose but it only made it worse so I went up stairs to the fridge in search of an ice pack

"Amelie! what happened? are you okay?" Charles exclaimed

"something hit me" dad ran to the fridge like I was about to die and grabbed an ice pack shoved it onto the bridge of my nose and instructed me to lie down

"if it starts to bruise I will take you to the doctors"

I turned on the t.v and grabbed my phone from the coffee table reminding myself to stop leaving it there

"its not that bad dad" pig meowed and stretched in his little red bed then came over to the couch and started to knead my thigh.

I decided to check my messages from harry