Walls

|Yes, we will|

I switched gyms, I can't afford the one I go to anymore. So, I found a good and affordable one, mostly when I come to the gym I just want to vent and ease off stress. When we use to live with my dad sometimes he gets really violent and to defend myself I learned how to fight, but basic defense skills, even though we are no longer with him it was a habit I adopted while we were with him.

"Well, well see who we have here" my attention is diverted by a familiar voice behind me causing me to hold the punching bag steady, I just finished some rounds on it. Then I turned to see Tyler standing there with a smirk on his face totally shirtless. I'm not gonna lie, he is hot. For an arrogant person, he really was blessed with good looks.

"I know I'm good looking and all but staring at people is bad manners, princess," he said with a smirk as he took steps closer to where I stood.

"Wow is that the ego I see again. Oh hi, Tyler's ego I thought we planned that you should be disposed of," I said and he full on started laughing that's when I noticed his dimples.

Cute

"Actually he says "Hi". And I think he is perfectly fine where he is" He said with a smirk on his face.

"I doubt it."

"Oh, so now you think you know him better than me," he said, clearly enjoying this weird conversation.

"I suppose. Okay, why are we even talking about your ego like it's an actual person." I voiced out, wondering if this conversation is going to end.

"Well you started it so I decided to go with the flow," he said.

"Right." I am getting distracted.

I turned back to the punching bag ignoring Tyler's presence. I heard him speak again but I couldn't hear him, so I continued throwing punches at the bag, he came closer and wavered the punching bag away from me to stand in front of me.

"For a girl. You're really experienced at this" He said in a serious tone, as he kept looking at me as if he was trying to get something out off me.

I decided to change the subject."Yeah and I wouldn't mind using you as a punching bag if you don't move, so that I can continue with what I was doing"

"No." He said as he stood his ground. His eyes still on me.

"Well, then I have no option but to punch you out of my way"

"I will watch you try." He threatened.

He is moving closer. Now I am staring at him because of how close we are. His face is up close, his long eyelashes clouded his brown eyes, I could see the lines of sweat on his face as well.

I throw a faint punch almost close to his face. He holds my fist, his grip tightening on my fist and said "That's a good throw. it seems you have been doing this for a while now, Adri." He stresses my name in his response.

Silence

"What do you mean," I said clearing my throat, moving away from where we stood but he holds my waist and pulls me to face him. Now we are just a breath away from each other. I've forgotten the last time, I had such close proximity with a guy. He is getting too comfortable, I don't like this.

"Heard of personal space? Yeah, you're invading mine" I said, as I dig my fingers into his shoulder, he muffled a reaction. I realized it isn't working so, I now stomped my foot hard on his toes. He finally loosened his grip on me. His gaze never leaving my face. I twirl myself out of his grip. A victorious smirk plastered on my lips.

"Well played, Adri. Well played" He said, with a humorous grin.

"Thank you, I try"

He smiled and started walking towards the entrance, he said over his shoulders "Later princess."

Later?

"Who told you that you will even be seeing me again?" I said with my arms crossed over my chest.

"I know I will,"

"I won't be surprised if you stalk me,"

"Knowing you, If I did you would certainly call the police on me."

"A restraining order, you best believe will be good even now don't you think,"

He laughed.

"No, I think I will pass." He smiled and then left. I stood there watching his restraining back as he passed the corridor leading to the other part of the gym.

I stood there not knowing what else to say since he has just left. But can we just talk about how his back looks from this angle?

No

***

Since the last time I sent my mom to the hospital, she has been given a break from work to rest. Her boss, the heartless being he is, gave her only a week break after everything I told him.

I entered and saw my mom all dressed up filling a glass with some water and she turned her gaze away from what she was doing when she saw me enter the house as I closed the door behind me.

"Adri, you are back from the gym. I thought you stay there longer than this." She said.

"Mom, where are you off to? You are supposed to be resting by now. Do you remember what the doctor said." I started ranting, curious for an answer since this was her third day of the break.

"Adri I'm okay now honey. Don't worry about me. I left some work undone at the office since the last time I was there, and if I don't go and finish it, it will just be left piled up there. And I wouldn't want that, see I'm fine." She said in a conceiving manner, but that isn't working on me at all. I moved closer to her and touched her throat area with the back of my palms and brushed my knuckles lightly on her forehead. I looked at her face and saw how tired, she still looked.

She is lying, she doesn't like being idle and doing nothing but being dependant on other people to do things for her. I know her. I sighed, intertwined our arms together and said
"You are staying at home. Just rest for once, I'm not asking for anything I just want you to rest. We'll be fine."

She tried to reply back. But I stopped her knowing what she is about to say. "Not this again. I don't want to hear it."

I held her hand and walked her to the room and allowed her to change her clothes, then I left her to sleep. I turned and looked at her one last time, I closed the door silently behind me, as I stood behind he door a little tear slips from my eye down to my cheek. I stopped the remaining tears that tried to escape my eyes, cause I realized that I was still standing behind my mom's door.

I know she overworks herself as some kind of coping mechanism, and I hate it. Everything isn't alright financially and I know it. That's why she felt like she is doing nothing for us. But I will take another job if I had to. Her health is more important, right now. I don't regret us leaving my dad's house.

I don't regret us washing away any memory of him from our minds, even if sometimes we do remember especially my mom. Even when we do remember all those memories are filled with pain and hurt.

The memories of the childhood of a young girl now turned teenager are just pleas and cries from her mother telling her father not to hit her, but he did it anyway. He always did.

We'll be fine

Remembering my own words to my mom. I was trying not to live in self-doubt and have faith that we will indeed be fine.

Yes we will

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