POW POW POW POW!!!!
One jab right after another. Sweat streaming down my face and into my eyes.
"The punching bag is the innocent one ya know" someone coming up behind me said.
I turn around to see a man about my age, and a little bit taller than me. "You scared me" I said pretty annoyed that he interrupted my training session.
"I thought people like you didn't get scared. I mean you do know how to protect yourself." He said emphasizing do.
"Just because we know how to defend ourselves does not mean that we don't get scared" I said while sitting down to take a break.
I drank some water, and put my elbows on my knees and tried to catch my breath. He sat down next to me, and put a cool towel around my neck.
"Thanks" I said taking the towel and wiping my face.
"No problem. So what made you decide to come to a public gym?"
"Well, my equip-- wait. How did you know that I train in private?" I asked while putting some distance between us.
"Whoa. Calm down there sweet cheeks. I just assumed because you look like a professional and I never see you here." He said standing up with his hands up like he was innocent.
"Right. Sorry. My mom always told me not to trust anybody."
"Well, do you trust me?" He asked coming closer.
"Not entirely, but I trust you enough to not kidnap or murder me" I said while going back to the punching bag.
POW POW POW!!!!
He came up behind me, and traced his fingers down my sweaty back. I jumped at his touch.
"What are those markings from?" He asked still having his finger tips on my back.
I turn around, and grab the t- shirt that was sitting on the bench behind us.
"None of your business. And don't touch me again." I said putting the shirt on and going back to the punching bag.
"Sorry. I'll leave you to it." He said giving me a half assed salute and walking away.
I ignore his apology, and start punching harder at the memories of how I got those markings on my back.
POW POW POW POW POW POW POW!!!!!!!
One right after another. Harder and harder. I stop, turn around, grab my stuff and run home.
I plop down on my bed, and just break down crying. I can't ever forget what they did to me. I hate myself for what happened, but I also take full responsibility. I lost, so it was the rules that they did this to me.
I take along cold shower, and go to bed. Except I didn't fall asleep. All of the memories hit me like a tsunami. I sit up. NO. No more of this. I have to forget.
I lay back down, and force myself to go to sleep while singing "Legends" by Kelsea Ballerini.
Author's note:
The song is above guys. Hope you like it ;)
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The Tattoos on her Back ✔
ActionLion (real name is Rose) is a tough girl and always has been. Physically and mentally. When all she's known was fighting in the ring with her fellow opponents, she knows that something is missing in her life, but what? Boxing was the only thing th...
