Grace the Runner #1 ✔️ #wattys2019

Chapter 3 - Smack!

Kaden

           

It's been a week, a tiring week. I've started to remember what it is like to live with teenage girl, again. When Emily was adopted into my family (me and mama), all I can remember is the change of mama's heart and the colour pink. There were always pink shoes on the oak floor, pink clothes in the rectangular washing bin and pink shower gel in the main bathroom.

Now Emily and Grace are living here, I feel as though I've been bombed with pinkness.

I just had climbed into the shower, while chuckling to myself I reflected to the unexpected events of the morning.

20 minutes previously

I had just awoken from a dreamless sleep. I stretched my muscly arms until I heard a settling crack, once the crack came I sluggishly climbed out of my king-sized bed. To start off my morning routine I quickly brushed my teeth for 2-3 minutes, ruffled my dark hair and placed on some dark brown sporty cargo shorts.

Time for my daily workout I thought. Firstly, though I walked into the large kitchen and took a banana from the fruit bowl.

I walked down the stairs to the gym which was in the newly modelled basement. Treadmills and other exercise machines sat comfily around the room. I walked towards my favourite area, the boxing pit, which has 3 red punching bags and a fighting ring. The fighting ring was mostly used when I had some of my mates around.

I placed my red old gloves onto my hands, I stood in front of the bag and closed my eyes.

With my eyes closed I could see his face, the monsters face, and his vicious eyes, which would always haunt me. As the memories came closer, I felt my anger rising, close to explosion and my heart beat thumped faster.

I looked through the gap in my slightly open door to see Mama shouting at papa, accusing him of the perfume scent that I smelt on him early this morning. Shouting "How dare you cheat on me! How dare you smack our 11 year-old son! He's just a boy..." she whispered the last part as tears fell from her eyes over and over again.

I slowly sat on the floor as she shouted the part where he hit me. I remembered the lonely feeling I felt afterwards when my body went into shock and papa shoved me in the kitchen cupboard. A maid, one of many had found me and had taken me to my room, she tucked me in bed and must've told mama of my shocked state.

The next day that maid was gone, disappeared. Papa must've threatened her I thought to myself as papa didn't leave us that day.

He's gone. He's gone I repeated.

I opened my eyes to feel a drop of wetness slide down my tanned face. I wasn't a weak boy I said to myself, while furiously wiping away the tear. 

Time to start. I used all my anger from the memories to fight against the red bag. The red bag was papa.

Only the banging of my punched could be heard throughout the empty room.

It had been maybe an hour when I felt a heated gaze on my back. I turned my head slowly to see Grace, she was openly gaping at my muscly body.

Her gorgeous blue eyes followed my strong movements. She was wearing a black sports bra and bright pink running shorts, which showed off her long-tanned legs. Grace was hot.

After checking her out I searched her oceanlike eyes. Her eyes were still hungrily eyeing my sweaty, glistening tanned chest. 

I looked up to her innocent baby face as her small tongue danced against her top lip. I groaned, I felt the need to bite her lip and taste that yummy mouth. She was teasing me, but she didn't know it.

Her cheeks started to turn a cute pink shade as she watched my eyes, which were still glued to her body and face. She tumbled over her words "oh, umm, I was... err". Obviously, she was feeling embarrassed as she quickly spun around and walked towards the door, while nearly falling over her pink trainer laces.

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Yay a new update and a little insight on Kaden's past. Hope you like this chapter and happy reading! xx