Hating Cupid

bloody punches

Slap

My hands pounded against the rough worn leather of the punching bag. Each blow delivering a smack and small sway of the frayed sack.

Smack

Sweat poured down my forehead and rolled down my neck, my eyes narrowed in on the bag like a target, slapping and kicking and punching the bag. My breathing shorted to small bursts and the music roared in my eyes. I performed a rhythm. I slowly lost myself to the music of skin again leather.

The rusty moulded air filled my lungs and my tongue reached out to swipe my dry chapped lips.

A sudden cold breeze halted me from my restless assassination towards the bag. I ripped my earplugs out and looked around me. There was no one here tonight. Just me and phil who worked at the front.

My ears perked up to hear any sounds when I heard a faint chuckle, a male voice. Far too deep to be a female. I turned around sharply to spot a spider in the corner of the dark dimly lit room and nothing else. Chills ran down my body as I shivered. I gave out a sigh and ran my fingers through my knotted brown hair.

" im going crazy" I muttered to myself

"great now im talking to myself" I sighed

I stepped away from the wrinkled bag in front of me to examine my hands. They were bleeding, scabbed over and blue and bruised. I walked over to my bag in the far corner of the room and grabbed my water bottle. I look long gulps of the water and then poured some over my hands. The water ran a deep pink and eventually ran clear.

I quickly walked to the ugly green doors of the change room and changed into my long sleaved black top. I pulled my sweat soaked t shirt over my head and dropped it into the bag. I reached over to grab my jeans, feeling around in the small damp change room to where I left my jeans and came upon nothing.

"egh" I groaned. I opened the door to the change room and tip toed out in nothing but a shirt and my  laced panties.

"PHIL!" I roared

"WHERE ARE MY BLOODY PANTS?!"

The door to the gym opened and in came phil rushing in looking more confused than ever. His expression soon slid into a smirk as he saw the state I was in.

" lost your pants honey?" he teased

I bit my lip trying not to reach out and strangle him

"where are my pants phill?" I asked with pursed lips

" how the fuck would I know?" he demanded

" unless this is an invitation to fuck than I have no business here" he suggested with a smirk

" phil just because a girl doesn't have pants on doesn't mean she wants to fuck you, I thought you were gay?" I replied

" bi baby girl. I enjoy not only the disco stick but also the kitty as well. The best of both worlds you know? You should try it we could have killer threesomes" he chuckled

" too hell ill have a three some with you" I laughed " but nice effort, but anyways I think I need to find my pants, can u help me look?" I begged

he gave me a sly grin

" can I get a kiss first?"

" id rather walk home naked" I stated bluntly

"oh i'd pay to see that" he said as he bit his lips and raised his eyebrows in a suggestive style.

He gave out a laugh.

" fine ill help."

We spread out searching for my new missing pants. I had already checked the change room and knew that they weren't in there. The only places left was the washroom the gym, and the front desk.

We decided I would search the washroom and phil would check the front desk and the gym. I walked in to the washroom checking every stall in hopes of finding my jeans. At this point I would have better luck finding a boyfriend.

After about ten min of searching every stall over and over I leaned againt the wall and closed my eyes. I was frustrated beyond belief.

Suddenly the rush of cold air I had felt earlier, rushed past my legs. Goosebumps raced up my exposed thighs as I shivered. I looked up to the window spot my jeans hanging from edge

" when the fuck did that get there?" I growled as I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on.

I was beyond annoyed as I walked out of the washroom. I ran to the front desk and grabbed my keys. And spotted phill seching the cabinets

" hey! I found them don't worry." I called out to him

He looked back.

" they were in the washroom" I stated

"really? Are you for real Della? Why didn't you look there first?" he scolded

" hey! I did they were there in the first place" I hesitated " they just kinda appeared out of no where"

There was a pause before phill burst out laughing

" alright Hailey whatever you say, if you can't admit to having bad memory that's fine, but blaming the pants is a new level of stubbornness for you" he chuckled.

" fuck off" I snarled and kicked the door open and walked out.

The cold air wrapped around my tired body like a second skin. I took in a deep breath of the new fresh air. The stars were brighter than ever today and reminded me so much of London and her bright blue eyes.

London was my ten year old sister I had lost three years back. She was the one that kept me going after my parents split and abandoned us. With her everything I did was worthwhile but when she died everything feel apart. I didn't go on drugs and fall off the tracks but instead i improved my fighting and fought harder. Someday I was going to get my sister back, even if it was a mission impossible. I didn't know how but I just knew. I owed it to her, I owed it to little London.

I jogged over to the bus stop and waited for the bus. Beside me was a man in his mid-twenties with a hat covering his face, he was slouched on the bench and had earphones plugged in. I turned my head curiously to try and catch a glimpse of his face but it was hidden by the shadow of his hat. I turned back around and tapped my foot impatiently waiting for the bus to arrive.

I gave out a loud sigh when a bus passed by, it's yellow lights blinking and its sign saying out of service"

"Why are humans always so inpatient" a voice from behind me spoke, his voice velvet and smooth but raspy and rough as well. It matched the voice from the gym.

My body froze as I turned around to face him.

When my eyes made contact with his I felt myself melt into his blue smouldering eyes. His skin was tanned and smooth. His arms were well toned and he had large rough hands. I glanced at his full lips and his facial hair. His hair fell in rough tousled waves on top of his head.

My breathing hitched in my throat and my heart beat wildly. Ive seen hot guys before. But ive never seen any guy so captivating, he was almost.... Beautiful and ......peaceful.

"No. Im not even close to peaceful. I may be beautiful but im the furthest from peaceful you can get" he said with a cocky smirk

I snapped out of the trance I was in and looked at him processing what he just said.

"h-how did you do that? How did you know what I was thinking?" I stuttered confused and slightly frighted

"I have powers, many of which I can read your mind. However that power is fading like many others so I cant read much of what your thinking just bits and pieces." He explained, waving his hand looking annoyed

What?!

My eyes looked at him blankly.

" what the fuck you on bro?" I asked him concerned.

" did you eat shrooms or some shit something by any chance?" I confronted him

" No, I am not on "shrooms or sone shit" im telling you the truth. I don't believe I introduced myself properly. My name is Cupid. I am the god of love" his lips turned to a creul smile that would haunt my dreams till the day I died.

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