Double Trouble

Chapter 27 - long showers and shitty couches

Theas POV

The second we got back to the hotel, I grabbed my workout gear and headed straight for my old gym.

I started to kickbox when I was nine. I remember when I was in second class, one of the boys stole Kay's sandwich and I punched him because Kay cried.

I had the balls to punch him but I wanted to learn how to do it right because I fucking hurt my hand like hell. It's a good thing I was only young and couldn't punch as hard as I can now.

I was walking around by myself one day and it was raining so I ran to shelter in any open shop I could find.

This gym so happened to be the one open place in town. I stood soaked in the door way. My hair dripping water down my face and back and I was shivering.

The gym itself was also naturally cold so that didn't help.

The manager saw me and was about to tell me to get lost until he saw that I was young, lost, soaking wet, and staring mesmerised at the fighters.

"Come one kid, I'll bring you to the showers." He let me shower and have me a spare towel that he had.

When I was finished he gave me one of his t shirts so I went around in a t shirt, down to my shins and only my knickers underneath.

I sat on a bench beside the boxing bags, watching all the fighters beat the shit out of them, practically drooling.

The manager, named Steven, cane over to me and sat beside me.

"You like it?" He asked me, talking about the fighters.

"It's unreal. You think I could do that when I'm older?" I asked him.

He turned to me with a small smile. "Show me your hands." I gave him my hands as he ran his thumb over my bruised knuckles.

"Your already a fighter. You can start now if you want?" I jumped up and hugged him, which he definitely didn't expect.

That night I spent hours training with Steven and he even walked me home after.

After that, Steven became my trainer. Until one day when I was 12, and I was forced to pack up and leave, without saying a goodbye to anyone.

I opened the door and saw that the gym had changed yet stayed the same. It was now bigger and they even owned the upstairs in it now.

The equipment was newer luckily, I was getting sick of having to hit the rowing machine when I wanted it to work.

The layout was also different, they put up more pictures, now have even the walls painted, although they kept the rustic, gritty vibe.

I threw my gear bag on the closest bench and started to open it. Someone behind me cleared their throat but I continued to search threw my bag for my earphones.

"Eh ehem" He cleared his throat more angrily now.

I sighed and rolled my eyes but still not facing him. "What" I mumbled as I dumped all the contents of my bag onto the bench.

"We don't take newcomers. Find another gym."

"There it is!" I whisper yelled and rolled my eyes at myself when I pulled them out of my pockets.

"I'm not new." The handsome boy gulped when he saw my face and I could see his stone cold face falter for a moment.

"Yeah, you are. If you weren't I'd know you. I've been working here for a few years and only two women go to this gym. One brunette and one Japanese. And you aren't either so..." he trailed off and nodded his head to the door.