You don't control me, Dixon

➋ 54- Mind fucks are common around here

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As I turn back to jogging I lose my smile and slow to a walk as I enter the barn filled with the stench of death and rot. I close my eyes and look around.

I narrow my eyes and grab a nearby fork, tossing the bloody hay out of the barn. Sweeping the blood from the dirt floors, if we have to live here for the winter, I'd like to be free from the blistering wind and excessive snow.

But for now, it would be a good place to work out.

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Once the hay was out of the place didn't smell too bad, no it was kinda like a gym, the twang of sweat and blood. Like someone was boxing and broke their nose.

I spin in a slow circle and glance at the beams. I sigh and drag my bloody grain bag and grab the rope, throwing it over the main beam and letting my body weight drag the large bag up.

I grunt and continue to pull the bag up a foot. I let go slightly and the weight pulls me up. I groan and tie the bag to a post.

I circle the bag and push it. At least it's staying without the knot falling apart.

Sighing I strip my rig and my over shirt, leaving a black tank and my leggings. I look behind me slightly, I press my ribs and cough, pain but whatever.

I start at stretching but after a few minutes, I go to a metal rod overhead.

I jump and start doing pull-ups as Dale walks in.

I stop mid rep and watch as he eyes the barn, saying softly "Hey Lucy, like what you're doing with the place."

I grunt and continue doing my reps, almost at eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

"Lucy, I know you don't believe in Ricks decision." Twenty-Five. Sweat drips down my face as I pull up, stopping at the top. I release my one of my hold with my casted arm and allow the ace bandage to soak my sweat as I hiss "You don't know me."

He sighs as I place my hand back in place and go down. Twenty-six. Twenty-eight.

"He's a kid like you." I laugh airily and bite "What? A killer?"

I look at he stares at me before glancing around once more. I roll my eyes, thirty.

I strain my arms as I pull up once more as he says "You're not a killer. You protected yourself. So did he. Can't you see?"

I fall in a crouch and eye him "No, I can't see. You have been sheltered. From before this all happened, from the start of this. To this very day. You can't see"

He nods and waves his arms wildly "Then what do I see?". I move infront of my bag and dip down to my rig, grabbing tape for my fists. Taping my good hand.

I angle my shoulders away as Dale moves to the side of my bag asking again "What do i see?"

I throw a right hook with my taped hand and grunt with every punch or block of my left, each block sending pain up my arm "You. See. In. Black and. White... You are. Color. Blind... You. Only. See. What. You WANT!"

I round a kick on the bag and face him as he eyes me. I roll my eyes and lean on my back leg, "You weren't there, you didn't see how his friends acted towards us, how they saw me as meat, how they tried to shoot us, how they did shoot me. You don't know anything. You only know of the aftermath. Of me ripping his leg off of a metal pole and knocking the kid out after having to save him."

I narrow my eyes and drag my eyes over him as he says "He is a kid, he got caught up with the wrong-"

I huff and pop my hip, crossing my arms "Don't try that with me, 'he got caught up', he is a adult. And if I have to be an adult, he is most definitely an adult. He chose his path. That and you didn't see the way he calmed when talking about the rape. He was there, and he enjoyed it. Don't start with me. Go away, I need to work out."