Revenge, the final cut

Chapter 11

Adrenaline, it's a thing the body produces in a critical situation, a situation that could mean the difference between life and death.
We are presented with three options:

Fight

Flee

Freeze

What one chooses is entirely up to them, but chose wisely as it might be your last.

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I just sat there, stood really, looking at them. I felt disgusted by them, what on  earth were they doing. Well I knew what they were doing just..
I too was disgusted by myself really, was I now a pervert for watching them?

Any other normal  would have just walked by, or at least not take a picture.

Any 'less' normal person would have thought things, had questions ' who was she, who was he?' ' is this an affair?' ' if she is wearing a ring, is she married?'.

But I , the weirdest of all just stood there. I had no questions, everything was rather clear to me.

But as soon as that calmness came over me, it subsided and adrenaline started pumping.  Some people describe is as that they can hear their blood pumping in their ears or their  brain freaking out.
I on the other hand had this nearly itching sensation in my legs, I wanted to run but kick something at the same time.

But would that have any effect? What, how, would that help me right now? Normally I am not the narcissistic type that would think about what would help me right now. But things are different now, this is the first point where I realized that I have some self respect.

I walked away, as quietly as I could, not that they would hear me, they were far to busy doing, whatever they were doing.
I hopped on the train back home, dropped my bag in my room and closed the door.
What was my next move going to be?
Who am I actually targeting right now?
Should I train or should I plot?

I mentally tried to push myself to do something but the only thing I could think about was them. I felt betrayed in a way. Even though neither of them had betrayed me, I barely knew these people! Why should I care about what they do. 
Then I realized, John had a girlfriend, Reyna. Why did I feel betrayed? I wasn't his girlfriend, nor Ms. Craysons' husband. Was this why she came to the fightingschool crying the other day? Did she find out what her boyfriend had been upto?

I decided to train and got out my training schedule from under my bed and sighed.

' 20 pushups three times' I mumbled

My floor is made of wood. Termites have had dinner feast all over the place and whenever I walked over it the floor would squeak.
Now imagine the sound it made when I was actually pushing myself to the wood, pushing myself up and letting my arms take me back down again.

Normally  I was home alone as I trained,  well actually I was always home alone.

But this time, my dad was at home apparently.

I didn't hear him come up the stairs, which I should have as our stairs are, like my floor, very squeaky and my dad isn't that slim so...

' JOL- what on earth?'  He yelled, as he saw me, as what it looked like humping the wood, as my uhm.. pushups are not that .. uhm.. 'perfect'.

I practically jumped off the ground and sat in a fetus position as he came in. I felt my face burning and I didn't dare brake eye contact as he just stood there.

Apparently my step dad wasn't drunk, so that good I guess. He has a wrinkle near his nose which will not stop twitching when he is drunk.
But why isn't he drunk? And why was he at home? what on earth was he doing in my room?