|The Tomboy And The Trouble Maker|

Chapter 13:Overwhelmed Much? A Caring And Helpful Max

"Fuck!" I yell.

I hold my hand tighter.

The pain shoots through me like an electric shock. And at this moment I am not able to do anything-I lay on the floor while groaning and breathing heavily as tears well up in my eyes.

Just at this one and only moment I can hear the doors being unlocked.

'Well great!' I sarcastically think to myself as the tears flow down my face.

"Alex?!" I hear worry as well as shock in his voice.

I look into the direction that the voice is coming from and I see Max who's standing there with groceries bags into his hands. However he immediately throws them away onto the couch while running up to me.

"What's this about?" He touches my face while wiping my tears and getting my hair out of the way.

I don't answer his question, but struggle to breath and get a word out of myself.

He stands up while extending his hand, I take his offer and grab his hand while trying to stand up and he helps while also supporting me.

At least I punched the bag with my left hand. So the right one is all safe!

"Fuck that hurts" I groan.

"Wow. Nah, you don't say" Sarcasm in his voice "Sit down" he instructs while walking away to get the first aid kit.

I sat down on a chair and still held my hand while not even saying a word. As I moved my wrist I felt a sharp and sudden pain, hand as a whole was covered in a purple, blue-like bruises already (I get bruises easily and they look terrible at times) and my knuckles were all red and covered in dark blood colour.

'Well done me' I scold myself.

Max comes back with a first aid kit, he takes my hand into his with a harsh movement.

"Ow..." I hiss from the pain.

"It was meant to hurt"

"Why are you like this?"

"Because..." He trails off "What did you exactly do anyways?" He changes the topic.

I explain "I was punching the bag because I had to get my anger out. Soon after I took the gloves off because I thought I was done, but another hurtful memory came up to my head and I punched it. However this time I forgot that I didn't have the gloves on anymore and I heard a loud crack followed by an unbearable pain"

He shook his head as he again dipped the cotton bud in the water and medicine and started to clean my hand again.

I hiss while closing my eyes and looking the other way.

"How could you forget?"

"I-I don't know, I just did"

"How?" He looks me in the eyes.

"I just wasn't in my right mind set, okay?!" Frustration in my voice.

There was silence for a few long seconds as we looked each other in the eyes without saying a word.

His eyes suddenly soften and his expression changes "Don't do it again" He  looks down while finishing my hand.

"Don't do what? What do you mean by that?" Confusion written all over my face.

"Boxing"

I breathe in, trying to control myself.

I got angry. Just because of one stupid little mistake someone is telling me to quit boxing. Mistakes or situations like this happen, unfortunately they do. However that won't stop me-I am aware of the negative positions in which people have been in. This is my first ever situation like this-it never happened before.