The boxer and the bitch

Chapter 19 - She's not sunshine

♫Niall Horan - Mirrors♫ 

🐝Harry's Pov🐝   

"Harder, Harry!"

"Fuḉk."

"Harry, what in the name of god are you doing? I need you to hit harder here, where's your mind?" Amell goes off about my lack of attention like he's been doing since morning.

"I'm trying, okay? I don't know, I think I would need some motivation." He sighs at my request, looking like he's actually thinking about something. He suddenly claps his hands with a loud thud, gaining my attention.

"Here's what we can do. I can name things that frustrate you and you can use your anger as motivation. Sounds alright?" That's a kiddish way, but I need to gain back focus and I'm willing to try. I nod at him and regain my stance.

"Bruce." He takes the name of my last opponent, who lost to me and was one sore loser. Kept swearing on me and my family that night. My face instantly scrunches up in distaste and I launch a punch on the sand-bag.

"Not good enough. Okay, got another one. Jamal." I clench my jaw and fly my knuckles straight into the sandbag when he takes the name of that bastard who I last encountered at the supermarket.

"Better, but I'll be needing more." I glare at him and he raises his hands in surrender, "What? I'm doing this for you, man. Um, yeah I think this one is definitely the one......Rose." I drop my hand and my face goes straight.

"The woman makes me want to pull my hair and kill myself, not punch somebody."

"Geez. It's now I'm realizing how many people have peeves on you. See? I easily have another one. You really need to do something about your grouchy arse." Amell taunts me and it's really surprising because not even that gets me to fight. I crouch down and take a gulp of water and rise back from the balls of my feet.

"Are you okay?" He asks me and I look up in surprise.

"What?"

"You weren't deaf yesterday." He rolls his eyes and walks to where I am. "No but seriously, do you not want to do this? Before you snap, I just think you're not motivated or focused since a few days. It's like...you're tired." One of his hands rests on my shoulder as he chooses his words carefully. I look away.

"If I wouldn't want to do it, why would I be here? You know what? This conversation is bullshit. Let's try again." After wearing my gloves back again, I take my position and wait for Amell. He eventually sighs and comes back to his place.

"This better do it....Ava." My fist goes flying before I can even comprehend and I hit the bag in a blur that it's after a few seconds that I realize, it's on the floor with a big tear at the center.

"......Woah." With a heaving chest and rapid breathing rate, I look up at Amell, to find his eyes blown wide and a fist on his mouth. "Um, wow, uh that, what's that...about?"

"I'm leaving." Not even waiting for an answer, I saunter away. Somewhere along moving to my car, I carelessly throw the boxing gloves and untie my hair.

I get in the car, but before taking off, I check my phone. Nothing. My jaw shifts as I reverse the car back out of the parking.

It's been like this for four days. I'm not one to really care, but Ava used to irk me every day with her mindless texts. The last one she sent me was "I just googled what chickens look like without fur and now I'm severely uncomfortable." Why would someone google chickens? If I was into science, I'd research on her brain. Back on topic, she just stopped.