Perfectly Fake

chapter 9

I finished getting dressed into the gym clothes blayze had set up for me and went downstairs. I could see him waiting for me a little impatient. As i was on the last step he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the gym. He opened the door and my mouth was left hanging by how big the gym was and the house looked smaller on the outside than it was on the inside. This gym was bigger than my room and that is so not okay. He stood in the middle and started to collect some equipment adjusting things around that molly must have wrecked whilst he hadnt been here. He looked back at me and gave me a small smile i returned one. "So lets get started shall we." ....."uum yeah i mean i am so out of shape and your techniques are most likely not going to work on me, but go ahead and waste your time." Blayze suddenly burst into a fit of laughter as i stood and shot him a death glare. He stopped ."no sweetheart i think you nust have had the wrong gym trainer. I dont think i will go easy on you." His face then turned back into a stone as usual. I was kinda getting used to his attitude it was all coming naturally to me as if i knew every step he would make. He then took out the punching bag that was hiding behind a corner. He brought it in the middle and faced me. "Now lets get started for real this time shall we." I gulped i dont think i will ever be ready.

After a few hours

I was finally finished. Gosh!! I am so fucking tired i feel as if i am about to break into a pile of lego vut instead of lego its my bones. That was really tough workout. I just sat there breathing harshly for atleast half an hour and blayze was still going strong as i just stood and started at him. I swear he must be a secret ironman. He hasn't even taken a little bit of break or a rest. A sudden ring jolted throught the room. I junped and looked around to see that someones phone was ringing and it was blayze phone i grabbed his phone and passed it to him. He looked at me then accepted the call. I stood there not knowing if i should leave or stay.  Blayze looked so serious but only continued to listen. He didnt utter a word.

After he finished the phone call he snapped the phone i looked at him in shock. Why would he do that?? What made him so angry?? I was about to talk but the next thing i could see was blayze exiting the gym and slamming every door he came across. I decided to follow him and check to see what the other person had told him. Blayze ran up the stairs and slammed his door shut. I stood in front of his door and was about to know but blayze once again opened it and was wearing  his mafia clothes i was trembling with fear as he looked down at me showing no emotions. I froze. He leaned down and spoke the one word that i wasnt expecting. "Crouch"  i looked at him in confusion. But in a flash he grabbed my head and threw me on the floor as he took out hus gun and shot the window. Glass was shattered everywhere as i looked and i could see a man from the tree falling with black clothes on and a mask to hide his identity. With a SLAM!! He was on the floor blood pooled everywhere. I looked up at blayze with teary eyes as he helped me up and hugged me. I accepted it and started to cry as i knew he was feeling apolegetic for not telling me beforehand.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the house molly was barking loudly. But blayze didnt turn to her. We stepped out of the house as the cold instantly engulfed me. We came to an abrupt stop in reflex i released my hand from blayze grip and put it towards my eyes. The light was shining towards me and it was hurting my eyes. Blayze also copied my reaction but noved his hand away slightly so he could still look. My eyes slowly adjusted to the amount of light shining and in fron to me i say a whole army of men holding different exuipnent either guns or metal rod. Then my whole world stopped once a guy who looked simmilar to my dad came out of one of the cars and stood in front of  us .