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Amara pov
You know that feeling you get when your stomach rises to your throat and your whole body just becomes rigid. That was me at the moment as I hunch over the trash can in the gym part of the mansion. Eli stood leaning against the mirror wall next to me with a bottle of water. He had barely a sweat on him and I was over heaving.
"It's only been an hour Amara. We have until lunch." Currently it is 6am, and I'm pretty sure a human body shouldn't workout for that long. A groan passed my lips as I heaved again in to the garbage bin. "One mile run, come on." I'm pretty sure this is abuse.
My body had reached its limit in under an hour. Step by step my feet dragged as we both ran around the large gym. Eli's father said this working out would help me keep up with the rest of the guys, but right now I just feel like I'm dying.
It's now lunch time and I'm hurling my insides into a trash can. Eli looks like how I was an hour in. My body is exhausted and I just want to lay down and die.
"Get an ice bath and you'll be fine." I glared up at him and he smirked before walking away. He was out of the gym as my lifeless body just laid there.
I must've fallen asleep because when I woke up I was freezing. My eyes shot open and I saw myself submerged under ice. A shiver escaped my lips causing my teeth to chatter. Slowly I pulled my hands out of the tub and braced them on the side so I could lift myself up out of the human sized slushy. The ice fell from my body and my muscles ached. A whimper escaped passed my lips as I stood completely up. I almost fell back down, but an arm wrapped around my waist. I looked up and saw Eli's brother, William.
"I've never seen Eli train someone so hard." I examined him with exhausted eyes. He was sympathizing for me. "He must like you." I scoffed at his words and shook my head as he helped me out.
"You're funny. Eli hates my guts for some unknown reason." William sat me down in a chair and wrapped me in a towel. "He just wants me dead." The mumbled words escaped my lips and William laid out some clothes for me.
"He hasn't always been this way. I remember a time when he hid from our father because of something he had done wrong. Whenever our mother died, who he loved tremendously, he grew dark. He pushed me away and challenged Father anytime he could. It was scary, but I grew accustomed to it." His eyes were angled down from my gaze and he looked distant. An emotional guilt courses through my heart.
"Is your father trying anything to get his old son back?" William shrugged.
"All I know is that we love Eli. I also know that the moment I saw you, I couldn't unsee my mother in you. You're brave, stubborn, smart, beautiful, and many other things just like her. That, is why I think Eli pushes you the way he does."
