Selcouth (H2ODelirious) On Hiatus

twenty

J O N A T H O N

I stared at my phone long even after the call ended.

Get it together. You were okay without her for 2 years, you'll be fine without her now.

I managed to convince myself I didn't need Vera for my happiness, and finally decided to get up and wash my hands. I got out a med kit and sat down on my bed.

As I started to sanitize the bruise, memories of Vera's soft fingers cleaning my stomach wound resurfaced. I sped through the process and grunted in annoyance as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Light knocking on my bedroom door caused me to flinch and I told the person to come in.

My mom poked her head through the crack of the door with a smile.

"Hey honey, I baked you some snickerdoodles. You looked a bit down today." She slowly walked in with a plate of freshly made cookies, the delicious smell wafting into my room.

She sat down beside me on the bed and she nearly dropped the cookies at the sight of my hand.

"Why is it bleeding? What did you do?" she sounded alarmed.

"I tripped onto glass on my way home," I lied feeling a bit guilty, "It's nothing, mom."

"Well, be careful next time," she eyed me with suspicion. I nodded and suddenly felt the urge to be alone.

"Hey mom, I'm going to go to the gym for a bit. Do you know where the closest one is?" She nodded.

"There's a place called Club Fitness just a few streets down. It should be between Delancey Street and 45th Ave."

I thanked her and changed into a regular white t-shirt with grey sweatpants to go to the gym. As I was heading out, my mom called my name.

"Be careful not to trip on glass again," her tone playful.

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I could tell my forehead was glistening with sweat as I slammed my fist onto the punching bag for what seemed like the millionth time.

My knuckles felt sore but I kept going. The thought of Vera and David appeared and I punched harder.

"Steady bro, you might break something," a calm voice rippled through me.

I flickered my eyes to the person talking and saw his eyebrows were arched.

He had short brown hair and golden walnut colored eyes, and was on the slightly chubby side of the spectrum. His outfit consisted of a red and yellow ombré tank top with blue pants. A weird combination if you asked me.

"What's it to you?" I grunted as I continued punching.

"Nothing. Just looking out for someone. The name's Brock," he flashed me a kind smile. I didn't sense any trouble from him, he seemed genuine.

"Jonathon," I finally stopped beating the punching bag and grabbed my towel to wipe my sweat.

"Why so angry?" Brock asked with the same soothing tone.

"Nothing," I grumbled as I pushed him out of the way. As I started to head my way over to the benchpress machine, I hear Brock's voice raise at me.

"I need to talk to you. Luke sent me." The abrupt statement left me shocked, if Luke had sent someone across a country to talk to me, it must've been very important.

"Of course, let's meet at Le Charmant Café at 7."

I looked down and realized the veins in my arms were very prominent, probably from overworking my body.

I began to adjust the weights on the dumbbell, contemplating whether I should go out of my comfort zone.

Fuck it.

I added 90 pounds on each side and laid down on the bench.

I pumped my arms up and down and felt my biceps burning. I pushed myself to do more every time my body felt like it had enough. At some point, I was fatigued beyond measure and finally decided it was time to stop. I locked the bars into place and laid there for a few seconds.

My chest was rising rapidly and my shirt was soaked with perspiration.

It felt nice to release all my negative feelings, anger most importantly. I normally would've went drinking but I've decided to stop that habit.

I've avoided alcohol for a while.

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why do you think he stopped drinking ;) hint; it's relating to vera

but yA'll cAN YOU IMAGINE BUFF AND SWEATY JOnathon lord douse me in holy water

some exciting chapters coming up! tighten ya seat belts ;)