I wrote 7 chapters of Diji's book, but I don't feel like it's good enough 💀. I keep rewriting the first chapter
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Sayvior
"Nephew!" Deon threw Dash up into the air.
I bit down on my mouth guard and hit the bag.
1...2...3... I switched my footing, and stepped back.
I slid back towards it, making sure that I didn't move my feet in the same way that I did when I backed away.
"Endurance" Darold said.
I tucked my stomach, and began to jab at the bag.
He would not let me see the end of this.
"Don't stand still. Keep it moving"
I started bouncing on the balls of my feet, counting in fives.
After three minutes, he let me stop.
I walked towards him, and he put my water bottle up to my lips.
I drank for all of ten seconds before he spoke.
"Go back and do it again"
After each set, he added a minute, and I stopped completely after doing seven.
I sat down on the mat, fighting the urge to use my inhaler.
I sat there for a long time before I felt better.
Sweat dripped from my skin.
Darold brought a dummy in as soon as I stood. "You can work on your kicks now"
I nodded my head.
"You good?" Deon asked me.
I nodded again.
"Front kick, axe kick, and roundhouse. I wanna see those"
I raised my leg and struck the chest with the ball of my foot.
"Do it again. That was not hard enough"
I raised my foot and thrust it towards the chest of the dummy, sending it backwards.
"Point ya toes. Hold your leg tighter when you first raise"
I sat down on the mat and sucked in air. "Darold, I can't breathe"
He got in the ring with me and dropped down beside me.
I sat up and drank the water, coughing a bit.
"You need your-"
"I won't use it" I denied.
"Is there something that you want me to get?" Deon asked, sounding concerned.
"It's okay. I just couldn't do what he asked me to do. I need a second"
"We're done for today" Darold announced.
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I swung my leg in a semi-circle slowly.
Sweat dripped off of me.
Darold was in the studio, so I was alone tonight.
My body ached, but I could rest tomorrow.
I lifted my leg, and I could feel every muscle in my body move.
"It's 3am, what are you doing, Sayvior?"
I jumped in surprise.
My throat was too dry to talk, so I stopped to drink from my water bottle and cleared my throat.
"It's 3? Why are you coming home at 3 in the morning?" I asked.
"Shut up"
"I'll be...up soon" I drank some more water before approaching the dummy again.
I lifted my foot to show him my improved front kick.
"I'm tired. You're tired. You need to rest your muscles. Go shower, I'll go check in on Digital Dash."
"Just go check on him. I'll be up there soon. I just got down here"
"Nah, ain't no way that you just got down here. Rest ya muscles. Come on, wife"
I sighed, but listened to him.
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"Sayvior"
I shook my head no and flipped over in the bed. "The baby's still asleep. Shh"
I didn't hear anything.
"You gotta get to training, ma"
I shook my head no. "It's dark. Leave me alone, Ferg. You just told me not to."
He flipped me over. "Don't you got a fight?"
"Yes. I-"
He pulled at my thigh and slid into me, rock hard and throbbing.
"Ah, take-"
I had to shut up to catch my breath.
"I know the story." He grunted. "Birth control is not good on your body. I don't like condoms. You getting dicked raw, and imma pull out"
"You want another baby" I accused. "I can't help you train for that"
Instead of responding, he brushed up against the spot that made me cry out loud.
"Shh" He mocked me.
I pried at his hands and got him to pull out.
I was tired, so it was difficult.
I opened the drawer, and handed him a condom. "No protection, no pussy"
He flopped down on the bed. "You let us down"
"You woke me up out of my sleep" I buried my face in the pillow.
"Could my wife do me a favor? Damn."
"Goodnight, meat head" I turned over and fell asleep again.
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