Nothing's Perfect

Chapter 3

                         

"Its getting close ,I lose control, Its taking over - Deep End By Ruelle

As I pulled up to my boxing gym THE VIXIEN"S BOXING GYM, I get angry at how every damn thing I do I can't seem to find Victor.

It was pissing me off, so I need to blow off some steam what better place to do that than doing it at your own gym.

I got about an hour and a half to get this out of my system. I don't think my gang will appreciate me being angry while trying to give a meeting we all learned that lesson a year ago.

As I walk in I was greeted by Calvin the boxing gyms manager.

"Hey didn't expect to see you today, what you doing here?" he asked.

"Just need to blow off some steam" I said not really feeling like being interrogated.

"Oh okay then go ahead milady" He said chirpily

I chuckled, and I walked to the back where the bags are.

There was only one person back here.

I dropped my things in the corner and went to wrap my hands.

As was wrapping my hand I could help but look and the man punching the bag a cross the room.

He had his shirt off and a toned 6 pack from the looks of him he looked to be in his Early  20's.

He must've felt me looking at him, he turned his head to me and smiled.

I smiled back.

I was finished wrapping my hands so I went to the punching bag in the corner.

I started getting in position, I start to punch the bag.

As I was punching the bag, I thought about THAT night and started to punch faster and harder.

I was getting angry all over again.

I started kicking the bag while screaming and punching.

Then, I thought about what happened earlier.

I hate Victor I can't wait to bury him six feet under, the thing is 

I CAN'T FUCKING FIND HIM.

"AHHHHHH" I screamed as I kicked the bag with full force, causing the bag to rip open and it started pouring the contents out onto the floor.

I stopped when I realized what I did.

I looked at the man across the room and he had a shocked yet impressed look on his face.

He walked up to me.

"Damn girl where did you learn to punch and kick like that" he said getting over the shock.

"Just lots of practice" I said trying to get my breathing under control.

"Hmm... you looked like a pro, what were you thinking about that made you kick the bag so hard you ripped it" he said with an amused expression on his face.

"Just got a lot on my mind that's it" I replied

I looked at my watch and saw it was almost six, shit I got to getting going.

"Anyway I got to get going" I said grabbing my things from the corner.

"Well uh bye" I waved rushing to the door.