I Think I Love You

chapter 14

Alex woke up at 5 in the morning and couldn't help but look at her schedule. Luckily she didn't have work today. She felt as thought she didn't want to see him, she didn't want to see John Moore. Otherwise she'd attack him, and probably leave him for dead. Alex took her phone and checked her texts, the majority from  Emily, others from Beatrice. Emily's mother. Alex opened them only to have a smile on her face.
Emily: I told my mom about us and she freaked out but she's cool with it since she's bisexual. She left and she came back with some chocolate ice cream. And for once we're having fun! How are you though? I know you're still mad about the whole John Moore being at the hospital.

Beatrice: hey Alex I know what's going on between you and my daughter. I just wish you the best of luck Alex. I know my daughter isn't someone easy to deal with. I know you love her. Be patient and She'll come around. She's just hurt from every other guy and girl she's ever dated. Just be there for her.
Alex smiled and texted Emily back.
Alex: yeah I'm fine. Thankfully I don't have work today. But yeah I'm fine. I hope you're doing ok though. Sounds like you and your mother had fun.
Alex put her phone down and got up to exercise. Her mind not trying to focus on John Moore and what he did to Emily. Alex went to her room where her equipment was and did 90 pushups. With every time she went down her hands shaking more, and getting weaker. Alex groaned in pain but kept going, 91, 92, 93. She didn't want to stop. She groaned louder and fell to the ground. Her arms weak and shaking, she could barely pick herself up. She grabbed dumbbells, 35 lbs, and exercised her arms some more, until she didn't feel the need to hurt John Moore. Or at least didn't have the strength to, when she did go back to work. She put her gloves on and punched the punching bad that was in the room and pretended to see John Moore. Even though her arms wanted give out her heart and anger kept her going. She screamed and punched faster and stopped, as her arms completely gave up on her. Tears strolled down her face and her arms felt heavy, she could barely lift them. Alex sat down on the floor and removed the boxing gloves from her hands using all her strength she had left. Her knuckles bled and were scratched up, she winced as she tried to move her fingers. "Fuck. I can't go to work like this." She stood and went to the bathroom, and made sure she used a ton of alcohol for her knuckles. "I gotta start taking better care of myself. But oh well. This is better than losing my job." She grabbed the alcohol bottle and poured it on her Knuckles and gasped and moaned. "Oh goddddd!" She kept pouring it and held in the pain and watched as her blood and alcohol poured down the sink. "Damn." She grabbed a hand towel and cleaned the blood off and bit her lip in pain, she took a hold of another towel and put it to her mouth so there wasn't that much screaming. It was time to do her other hand. She grabbed the rubbing alcohol with her left hand and poured it in her right. Instead of screaming she bit into the other towel and screamed muffled screams. "Fuckkkkk!!" She couldn't help but say aloud. After she was done she went to her room to grab some cream and rubbed it on her wounds then grabbed elastic bandages and patched up both hands. She stared at her hands and tried to stop them from shaking but it almost seemed impossible.