Vangsvere Academy

Chapter 30: His Father

Its been two days since my almost death and I've been getting people telling me how romantic and epic it was when Michael climbed up and caught me. Did they not notice the part where I was hanging for my life for like six minutes alone?

He took all my credit.

I guess I'm grateful I didn't die but, still.

"And then he jumped and caught her." Bronx said smirking at me as he explained it all to Thomas and Matthias.

Crossing my arms over my chest I sighed "Yeah but I practically held on myself." I said annoyed.

Michael walked out of the locker room dressed and ready. Stupid Michael.

"Alright, today we're working on defense. This is against kicks, punches, choke holds, even head butting. All of it. Just don't uh kill each other. I lose my job if you do." Abe said laughing lightly but looking at us like he's serious.

Abe looked around "We'll start our rotation and then end with Anne and Bronx. Because I honestly don't want her in the hospital." He laughed.

I cocked an eyebrow "I could take Bronx." I commented.

Bronx laughed and pat my head "You're so small and adorable Anne. I could just squish you." He pushed his finger down on my head and I scowled.

Michael smirked and Koda swatted Bronx's hand "Leave her." He said laughing.

I took Bronx's arm and walked him to a mat "Lets go! Come on Bronx." I said gesturing for him to come at me in excitement.

Honestly, I was sure I'd get my ass beat but I really wanted to know how far I was from being able to take down a guy his size.

He eyed me, and then looked to Abe with wide and worried eyes.

Abe shrugged "Let's see. We all know she won't stop till she gets her ass kicked." He said.

Seth smirked "I'm sure you know all about her ass." He commented under his breath.

I smirked and watched Abe pretend he didn't hear that.

I like to know who the best is, that way I can measure up to them and eventually come up top and then I know what to expect. It's another reason I want to fight him.

Bronx sighed and shrugged lifting his fist.

He went to kick and I ducked and as he kicked again, I went to block it with my arm but instead his weight practically felt like a damn wall. His next kick got my stomach and I flew off my feet into the mat two spaces away. I pushed myself up muttering curse words before hurrying back at him.

"Sorry." He said before kicking again, then he went into punching, as he tossed a few, I dodged them quickly, then rolled under his legs and jumped on his back pulling him into a headlock until he ran his back into the wall.

Afraid I'd be squashed like a berry, I let go and landed on my back as he rammed his back into the wall.

Turning over quick, he rushed over and grabbed my head, I laid on my stomach while he pinned me holding my arms down.

It took a moment to blink out the flashes of the night at the bar. "No!" I shouted feeling like I was empowered by it.

Snagging my arm out and using all my strength pushing myself up, he seemed surprised. I turned around jabbed both feet into his chest pushing him off and moving onto his chest before grabbing the dumbbell beside us lifting it over his head and slamming it down beside his ear breathing heavy.

His eyes where shut tight, "I'd never hurt you Bronxy baby. Just don't ever push my face into the mat." I said softly.

Moving up to stand, I held my hand out and he took it getting up and looking to Abe.

It was quiet, extremely quiet, and then finally someone spoke "Is that what he did to you before you killed him?"

I turned and looked to Michael, his eyes fixated on the dumbbell.

Looking to Bronx I dropped my eyes "You grabbed the eight ball, slammed it into his skull a few times right? Then what? Tore his head off, scorched the place...." Michael moved closer as he said it. He'd been listening in my head at the time, he knew I went crazy. Why'd he still come? Why didn't he run for it?

I hadn't told anyone about that night, and Lincoln only told the council. Michael knew, not all of it but he knew more than most I guess.

After all he was in my head during that rage.

Looking over at him, I scowled "That's not something I ever wanted to share." I said aggravated.

Michael nodded "Don't be ashamed of it." He said softly walking past me to the mat.

They all stood staring at me cautiously, Abe sighed "Lets get back to work guys. Everyone positions." He said.

Walking to my bag, I grabbed it and headed out the door feeling like a part of me I hadn't wanted anyone to know just got shared with the world.

Michael is just....absolutely ridiculous.

He's his fucking father.