✔◆ kill Or Be Killed ◆✔ (Completed)

⇦chapter 7: tell me about your past⇨

Turns out that Dylan's room was right across from mine, it was a spear room that we used to stored extra furniture and luggage, but after a few cleaning and dusting it was as good as new.

I woke up after 4 in the morning and changed into my black training bra and matching sport shorts and got my hoodie from the hanger and tossed it over my head.

I know it's early but right now I was dying to get out of the house and what better time than now it's really early and mom and my so called 'brother' are asleep and I needed some alone time pronto.

My minds been running wild with thoughts from the other day and I kept waking up because of nightmares, nightmares about my past. Things that I would rather not remember right now, the past has been the one thing I always tried to forget all that's there are painful memories.

I sneaked down stairs and out the house to the back yard where our family gym was, it wasn't very big but a good size and in there is where I spent most of my time. Training yes training I've found delight in this hobby and it gets my mind off the world.
I wrapped my hands tightly with cloth and headed over to the punching bags hanging from the ceiling. I sighed taking in a sharp breath before striking my first hit and then another.
Lesson for the day: Love is your worst enemy in this world you depend only on yourself.
Material things will fade and all that will be left are memories..

I held it in place resting my head on the hard material.
Why did you stop? I didn't tell you to stop did I now?, it doesn't matter how hard or tired you are keep pushing!.

I punched like my life depended on it sending a few kicks along the way until my hands where so weak that they felt like jelly. But I didn't stop I started punching harder breathing heavily and sweating, it was like I could hear my dads voice in the back of my head taunting me pushing me.

I spent about half an hour doing this and I was on the edge of breaking, my legs failed me and I staggered to the floor out of breathe.

"Why are you pushing yourself so hard?" My head shot up to at the voice of Dylan who was standing in front of me with a curious face and folded arms.
"Why do you care?!" I shot back using my hands to balance myself so I could stand but it was no use they were still too weak to manage my body weight.

"I don't know I just do" he sighed coming closer with an outstretch arm offering to help me up.

I looked at it for awhile before looking back at him. "I don't want your help" I hissed pushing his hand away with a glare."I'll get up myself"

I tried pushing up again but this time I only ended up on my ass.

"Shut up and stop being so stubborn let me help you" he scowled taking my hand and pulling me up before I could make another protest.
I brushed of his hand as soon as soon as I could stand properly. "I didn't want your help you know"

I staggered to the side and grabbed my sworded from a hidden trap on the side wall and started doing a few swings. "How did you know I was here anyways?" I asked tilting my head leaning on the blade of my sword.
"I saw you come in, I couldn't sleep" he frowned with wet eyes. I knew those eyes I always had them when I'm sad.
"Nightmares huh?" I sighed turning to him.
"Yeah how'd you know" he asked glancing up at me. "I get them all the time" I shrugged swinging my sword at a dummy.
"Oh..."
"Mhm, hehe my life's a mess you know" I laughed wiping my blade clean.
"No it's not at least you've got someone who loves you... " his words shock me and I don't know why but I started getting curious about this guy. "You've got a past..." I know that something drastic went down in his life and I don't mean a few little shots and bruises he's hiding something and doing a bad job at it I can see right throw that little wall of emotions he's build up.
"Doesn't everybody" he laughed taking of his shirt showing his six packs and walking over to the dumb bag I was hitting and started throwing some aggressive punches. "Tell me about yours then"
He looked at me and started to laugh sickly, "why do you care?"

"I don't know I guess I just do"