The BadBoy And The Fighter

Chapter One

Leah's pov
It was Sunday night. I'd just finished in the gym. I was dripping in sweat and my muscles were aching. I'd been training for 3 hours and I was exhausted. Grabbing my bag and empty water bottle , I left the gym as fast as I could and started walking home. It was dark and I wanted to go to sleep.
After about 20 minutes of walking in the cold I finally reached my house.
"Leah where the hell have you been?" Mum asked angrily. I rose my eyebrows.
"Gym , I'm going to bed" I added bluntly. I put my bag on my bed and stripped down naked. I went into my bathroom and pushed the plug down in the bath tub. I turned on both taps and looked at my hands. I hadn't realised how split and bruised my knuckles were. I ran them under the cold tap blood running off and sharp pain jumping down my fingers. Pain was a usual thing to me , as demented as it sounds I like it , it fuels my anger which shows strength. I tied my hair up tightly and climbed into the half full bath tub with my eyes closed. I might over work my body on a daily basis but the after feeling and the results are worth it. I cupped water in my hands and splashed it over my face repeatedly, I used face wash and exfoliator on my skin. I rarely got spots or blackheads but like always my body craved the feeling of being clean after sweating for so long.
The thought of sleeping wouldn't leave my mind.
It was like my body was begging me to go to bed.
Listening to what my body demanded, I stood up and wrapped a towel around my body , pulled the plug out and went into my room again. I quickly dried my skin and slipped into black hot pants and a grey shirt that I think was my ex boyfriends. I roughly pulled out the hair band making it snap and threw it across the room. A yawn escaped my lips. I turned off the light and climbed under my duvet. It felt amazing to finally be able to rest.
I closed my eyes and waiting to fall unconscious.
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My alarm blasted threw my bedroom. I stretched my arms and winced in pain a little , my knuckles were bruised worse than yesterday and my calves were tight and painful.
I groaned and peeled back the duvet , climbing out and roughly hitting the stop button. Anger boiled inside of me as the music didn't stop. I threw the alarm clock at the floor and stamped on it twice.
"Shit" I mumbled realising what I'd done.
I took a deep breath and made my way into my bathroom. I turned on the shower and sat on the edge of the bathtub with my eyes closed. I stripped off , pulled my hair band out and stepped under the hot stream of water. I closed my eyes again as my entire body got completely soaked.
I opened my now red eyes and I reached for a bottle of shampoo, I held it upside down above my head and squeezed it. I dropped it behind me me and rubbed the shampoo threw all of my hair. I stood underneath the water stream again and watched as the soap ran down my body and surround my feet.
I squirted conditioner onto my hand and rubbed it onto the ends. I had recently bleached my hair so it wasn't in the best condition. I squeezed some toothpaste onto my toothbrush and scrubbed my teeth for a few minutes.
I reached for my towel of the sink and turned off the water. My eyes were still heavy and stinging slightly. I dried my skin and went back into my bedroom. I held the power button on my phone waiting for it to turn on. I lied back on my bed clutching the rims of the towel at my chest. I picked up my phone and pressed my thumb against the finger print scanner.
It was half seven.
I had 7 messages
36 snaps
215 twitter notifications
172 Instagram likes
And 3 friend requests on facebook.
I locked my phone again and sat up.
I picked up my dirty laundry and paddled downstairs , my exposed skin was freezing as I reached the hall.
The pain in the calves was so intense I felt I couldn't walk. I threw my clothes into the washing machine and grabbed a glass from the draining board.
I filled it with water and gulped it down , repeating this twice until I didn't feel so dehydrated. "You know your uncle would be proud of you" I jumped at the sound of my Moms voice.
I smiled at her , her eyes flicked on my hand.
"Why don't you take the day off? I'll ring the school tell them your sick , it Seems like you hurt your leg" She offered.
"Yeah I hurt my calves , they hurt so much it's unreal" I admitted.
"I'm going to go to work in a few , do you want me to do anything for you before I go?" She said sipping a bottle of water she had in her hands. I lent back against the counter and shook my head. She smiled and turned around to get her coat.
I filled my glass with water again. "See you later!" Mum said. I waved to her and took a few mouthfuls of water. Why on earth was she being so nice?
I shrugged and opened the cupboard, I grabbed two bags of Doritos and placed them on the side. I closed the door and opened the fridge , I picked up a protein shake and downed it. I jogged back upstairs and I made my way over to my wardrobe and looked threw everything.
I picked plain black leggings , a black cropped sweater with Nike written on it Calvin Kleins underneath I looked a little scruffy but I didn't mind that much. I got dressed and brushed threw my hair. It had pretty much dried now so I didn't see much point in blow drying it. I opened my curtains to let the light in. I went back downstairs and got my Doritos and a water bottle and went into the living room I sat down on the couch and turned on the Sky box and the tv.
There wasn't much on tv during school hours. I remembered that I'd recorded Southpaw last week , it was my all-time favourite movie.
I ripped open a bag of Doritos and slowly munched on them. My phone vibrated and flashed , I picked it up to see it was a text from. My dad. The prick.