Fighting Spirit

Chapter 7: Left alone

-Aubrey's POV-

"Never."

Punch.

"Call me."

Punch.

"A slut."

Punch.

"AGAIN!"

Punch, punch, roundhouse.

I've been at my warehouse training for the past hour, and let me just say, I needed this.

"Bitch."

Jab.

I stumbled upon this warehouse when I first started fighting. I had, had a fight with my parents and went to take a drive.

I've been training at this place ever since.

After I started really hauling over in the money I used some of it to buy some equipment and keep it in here. After that I used cardboard boxes and different supplies to cover the floor to help protect my feet.

After Katie and Jake found out about my fighting and training and "ruining my life" as my parents called it, I took them here and they were genuinely impressed. Except for the fact that it was encouraging me to beat people up or get beaten up by people for money.

This place used to be a toy factory till health code violations in the machinery made them shut it down. The company emptied all the machinery out but it would have been too expensive to knock it down too. So they just left it.

And now it's mine to use.

I've got a couple of wave masters, crash mats, and free weights. I actually didn't even have to buy the weights. My parents were gonna make a gym out of the basement but then they abandoned the project and had all this equipment lying around the basement covered with dust.

I had called some of my cousins who were movers and my parents actually paid me to take all of it out of the house.

So it was kinda a win, win.

I loved this place. It let me take all my rage out and it's an escape from my reality. I spent maybe half a year working on it. And I worked it to perfection.

"Stupid Stacy." I do a jab, punch, roundhouse, front hook combo with all my energy. "Damn bitches." I mutter and collapse onto the crash mat.

I could not even count how many days I've just collapsed onto this mat after letting all my energy out on my wave master.

"And hear some words you should know, like DJ NEVER LET ME GO! Or shots and then we'll lose control." Groaning I stood up and walked over to where I left my phone by my backpack.

"Hello?" I answered not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Hey honey." Oh god it's my mom.

"Hey mom." I said with as much fake enthusiasm as I could muster.

"Hey Bree could you do me a favor?" She asks and I mental yell no.

"Sure mom anything."

"Can you go to the store and pick up some milk?" She asks and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah sure I'll go now I was just at the library studying."

"Okay good."

"Bye mom."

"Bye." As soon as the word left her mouth I hung up.

Sighing I grabbed my shirt and coat and put them on. I cleaned up the little of a mess I made and grabbed my backpack.