The Fighter

Chapter Two

CHAPTER 2

-6 months later-

I was emotionless, I was a cold hearted bitch. I was the most prized fighter in all of Europe. That is how I escaped my life, fighting. I sat on the bench in the locker room, sweat dripping down the side of my face. The black boxing gloves still on my hands. Staring at my gloves, I just thought of that nightmare of a day.

My boss walked in and my head snapped up, my emotionless eyes focusing on the tall, extremely rich man. He stood in front of me and said, “ Someone is here to see you.” Then he stepped aside, my eyes focused on a tall, green eyed, brown curly haired man. 

He stepped inside the room, I kept staring emotionless at him. I’ve built my walls so thick and high that no one could read me anymore. I seemed relaxed and calm but that is something that will never be talked of again. I’m angry and tense. 

I seethed in my cold tone, “ Speak.” Harry looked up at me in surprise and I had the same look, I read people easily now. Learning how to mask those little movements, expressions, ways you talked, and looks. His eyes were filled with pain and shock. 

Harry opened his mouth and I already knew what he was going to say. “ You’ve changed.” I sat there just staring, no crack of a rare smile, no glint of humor in my eyes. Nothing. 

“ Nothing has changed about me.” I said bluntly. No sign of anger in my voice just coldness. Harry took a seat beside me, I didn’t move.

I told him, “ I’ve taught myself something though.” Harry looked over at me, he wanted to hug me. He wanted to tell me how much he missed me. He’s going to tell me Louis is sorry. I’ve already thought every possible thing that he was going to say.

Harry tried to catch my eye but I just stared at my boxing gloves. He told me, “ You’re my trainer.” I bluntly said, “ Okay.” I bet Harry expected something different, a look of astonishment or maybe me tensing up. Nope, I brushed it off. I’ll train him. Teach him how to find an opponent’s weakness, teach him my tricks. He’s my student now, and he is going to go through hell but it will pay off.

My boss told me, “ Be at the gym by six in the morning Blue. Harry you be there at six thirty.” I stood up, slid my boxing gloves off. I looked at my scarred knuckles, I had a star on my left hand a small one next to my thumb. 

“ Scott. I’m going home. Harry if you want the details just call.” I put my gloves in my bag and empty water bottles in too. I stood up and gave Harry a piece of paper. He took it and he tried to meet my eyes but I avoided eye contact.

My necklace was cold against my warm skin when I put it on. Brushing past my boss I walked into the hall. Shoving the double doors open I walked into the cold night air, it was early December. A good few degrees zero was normal, I opened my car door and got in. Putting my stuff in the passenger like always, I turned the car on and backed out. 

As I drove I thought of how I would train Harry, the first day I teach him the basics. The next day we’ll do my mile jog in the park, then go to the gym and run on the tread mill for an hour. Get him in shape. Then once he has basics down, begin teaching him how to study his opponent. After that, teach him how to power his punches, then find the opponent’s weakness. Lastly, to spar with me.

I’ve got this training already done and over with in my head. But Harry won’t be as easy as my thoughts. He’s his own human being, with his own thoughts of things, and of course is going to complain. My training is harsh because I taught myself everything I know.

Mindlessly, I walked into my flat. Everything was spotless, and the same as how I left it this morning. Setting my bag on the side wall, I walked straight to my bathroom. Pulling my hair tie out of my hair, I let my hair fall around my shoulders. Looking at my reflection, I saw someone who was meant to fight. Not the naïve, innocent girl I was six months ago. I was no longer a blogger, I had a passion to fight.