Ride Or Die

Dawn

Dawn



"She's not the same," Haley's voice was hurt.
"She just lost her brother..." Kami trailed off, making an excuse for Paisley's recent behavior.
"Three months ago," Sam intervened.
"Imagine if it happened to you though," Kami continued to defend her friend.
"I just want her to go back to the way she was, she's barely showed any signs of life since the... accident." Haley spoke quietly as her eyes glistened, Sam made her way over and hugged her friend, "She's gonna be okay."
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"Paisley, I can't stand to see you so... vulnerable." Jason approached her, considering his words carefully. Paisley tossled in her bed before coming to face Jason with a glare. "That's it." He made his way over, yanking the covers and exposing her pale, weak body. The breeze forming chill bumps over every visible limb. He shook his head at her appearance, "Get up." He changed his tone from the normal gentle and genuinely sympathetic voice to a much harsher and commanding one. After she refused to move, not responding in any way, he pulled her up himself and carried her limp body to the bathroom. Afterwards, making his was to her dresser and pulling out her worn out nike pros and sports bra. She looked at him, confused, "What are you doing?" He walked back to her and shoved the folded clothes into her arms making her stumble back, "I'm done watching you waste away to nothing. Take a shower and get changed." Not wanting to push Jason, she did as told.
"Jason," She came out of the bathroom and weakily dragged her body to where he laid on the bed waiting for her, "What are we doing?" She glanced down to her attire then back to the boy in front of her who was now standing up and reaching for her hand. "We're gonna go work out." He spoke simply, intertwining their fingers together and pulling her towards the exit. "I don't wanna," She complained and attempted to run back to the bed. Jason, however, was much to quick for her, reaching around her waist and pulling her against her will out of the room.
"Is this necessary?" She rolled her eyes as she strapped her pink boxing gloves. He nodded sternly before grasping the over sized punching bag that hung from the ceiling. "Punch." He commanded, nodding to the bag in front of him while holding it steady. "I don't--" She began before being cut off by his harsh voice once again, "Punch." He repeated. She sighed and threw a weak punch into the middle of the hanging target, her arms looked like jello as she swung once more aimlessly not really caring if she hit anything. His eyes narrowed, "Paisley." His voice scolded her. She gave him a plea through the communtication of a glance but soon found herself punching more times. "Harder," He yelled. She shook her head falling into the bag and wrapping her arms around it for support just to be able to stand up, "I can't!" She shrieked looking like she was ready to cry at any given moment.
"Don't you dare," Jason pried her defenseless body from the bag and held her shoulders in his strong grip, "You can." She studied him before nodding tiredly and moving some fly aways from her face. She readied herself once more facing the bag and Jason stationed himself behind it. "Get angry," He commented as she swung.
"Angrier."
"You're weak."
The swings came harder, he smirked feeling accomplished knowing all the bad vibes in her were now being released through her fists. "I can't even feel you," He teased on, Paisley becoming out of breath while she swung with frustration. He continued on with these side comments until the hits became so hard that the punching was was swinging even with Jason holding it down. Left kick, right fist, left kick, left fist, left fist, jump and kick. The bag took the beating.
"How do you feel?" Jason approached her as the girl he loved fell to the floor, out of breath. "Better," She spoke truthfully while wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Now instead of cooping yourself up in that room all the time, you can release your angry in new ways." She giggled and hit his arm playfully. That was the first time she had smiled in months, the sight making his limbs tingle. "Maybe I could practice on you." He shook his head before pulling her close, "I love you." He murmured into her sweaty hair, not caring.
Maybe there was a new dawn after a long night of nightmares.