Welcome to Gang Life

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I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy- Chuck Palahniuk

That quote echoes in my mind as I repeatedly punch the punching bag in front of me, kicking it ever so often.

Punch, punch, jab, right hook, knee, upper kick, jab.

That built in formation keeps me going as I keep on doing it. I feel their eyes on me watching in awe. I guess they've never seen anyone workout this hard before without stopping.

" Ok April you can stop now," Derek says.

His words echo throughout my mind, but I can't stop.

Punch, punch, jab, right hook, knee, upper kick, jab.

" April..."

Flashback~
I hit the punching bag repeatedly trying to perfect my form as his eyes are watching me.

I feel him come up to me from behind snaking his arm over my waist.

" You're good Bambi...too good for me," he whispers into my ear.

I roll my eyes turning myself around so my hands are now on his chest.

" I h..hate it when y..you call me Bambi," I mutter.

I internally curse at myself for stuttering in front of him. I can't even control my emotions around him.

" Because when I met you were like a little deer...my Bambi," he mumbles.

I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder.

" When can I go home?" I ask.

His grip tightens on my waist. I gasp as his grip begins to get tighter.

" It's not safe for you,"

" But my b..brothers they're worrying about me so I thought that now I've gotten so used to gang life t..." I begin.

He cuts me off, " My answer is final,"

I flinch at his tone and watch as he walks away, his figure retreating into the hallway.

Present~
" April!" Derek shouts.

He spins me around and I regain control of myself and stare back at him blankly. I nudge him away and head towards the bench grabbing my water, chugging it down my throat.

" What is your problem!" Derek hisses.

I take a deep breath and turn around, my eyes clearly glaring into his soul.

" Leave it alone Der," I snap.

A small smile is seen across his lips at my newfound nickname for him. My glare soon goes away and I shake my head slightly laughing to myself. Him and I are way too alike for my liking.

The rest of the guys make their way towards us.

" Where'd you learn to do that?" Mason asks.

I shrug, " I told you I learned myself,"

Currently we're in their training room. Yes you heard me right....training room. Who the fuck has a training room in the woods?