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How Did I Get Here? Chapter Seven.

Chapter 7. How Did I Get Here?

Four days later. Thursday, time, unknown.

I cross my arms around my chest, in an effort to find warmth in the fall breeze. I go to grab my phone out of my back pocket but realize I don't even have it. "Oh for Pete sake!" I murmur. I wander down a dark alley, yes I know, bad idea Jordyn. I have no idea where I am or what time it is, or even how I got here.

"Hello little lady." A dark figure says.

I try to make out who the person is, but its too dark to tell.

"Whats a fine young woman like you, doing out here all alone, in the dark? You know, the worst things do happen at night. Especially to young women." I can practically see a smirk appearing on the man's face.

I take a step backwards and bump into something, before I can turn around, someone wraps their arm around me, pulling me close to their body, and their hand wraps around my mouth. The man standing a few feet in front of me slowly walks closer, pulling something shiny out of his jacket pocket. It takes a moment before I realize what the shiny thing is, a knife. I try to break free from the persons arms, but fail miserably. The man steps closer, I can make out his face clearly now. I have no idea who this guy is.

The guy drags his finger along my cheek and chuckles; I pull my face away from his hand but the person holding me, tightens their grip. I struggle in the persons grasp. The man in front of me chuckles lightly, he drags his finger along the point of the knife before plunging it into my side; slowly pushing it as far as it can go. I gasp in pain and a tear trickles down my cheek.

My eyes flash open, I immediately sit up, running my fingers over my scar, where Brant had stabbed me. Mason rushes to my side, pulling me into his chest, telling me everything's going to be okay.

*******

12:37p.m.

Mason rips the blanket off of me and turns the tv off. "Up, lets go."

I hop off the couch and look up at him. "Where are we going?"

"If you do as I say, then you'll find out."

I huff, "Let me grab my bag."

"Don't, you won't need it where we're going." He tells me, grabbing our coats off of the coat hanger by the front door.

"Okay?" I follow behind him and he locks the front door. We walk into the garage and quickly get into his impala.

Thirty minutes later.

We arrive outside of a small, grey building, one that I've never seen before. With a red neon sign, saying something in a different language, I think its in Italian. "Where are we?" I ask.

Mason pulls a bag out of the back seat, not responding to my question. He grabs my hand and leads me inside the building. The walls lined with old news papers, punching bags, and weights; and in the middle of the room is a medium sized boxing ring. No one else here except for Mason and I.

We walk onto the boxing ring and he drops the bag down on the ground, bending down and pulling boxing gloves out. "These are yours, but don't put them on yet. First we have to work on your boxing stance. Put your front toe & back heel on the center line." He shows me how to stand and I mimic his movement. "Now remember to keep your dominant hand in the back."

"Okay, thats simple."

"Make sure you keep your weight evenly distributed across both legs. And always keep your face behind your hands." He continues to show me the movements I need to make, and I continue to do as he tells me.