I looked down at my crappy phone to see its already half past, rushing I got into my outfit for today which consisted on black leather shorts with a plain black top and a leather jacket. I walked downstairs rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out as I kept rubbing them not watching where I was going I walked right into a wall.
With abs- wait...walls don't have abs and don't breathe. Opening my eyes I saw Chad standing there looking at me amused, he helped me up onto my feet before hes eyes roamed my body. I smirked as him as hes eyes met mine, he looked down at hes feet and chuckled.
"You look different" he remarked.
"I'm not a child now Chad" I chuckled lightly as I walked past him grabbing an apple "How come your up early anyway?" I asked.
"Couldn't sleep" he mumbled as he took a sip off hes coffee, I nodded showing him I heard him as I shuffled around the kitchen for my bag "What are you doing up on a Sunday morning?" he asked with a light chuckle as he sat down on a stool.
I looked up my eyes widening, I looked back down as I grabbed my red boxing bag and looked up to meet Chad's suspicious eyes "Just gym" I lied- well it isn't much of a lie, it is a gym....A boxing one. But he doesn't need to know that.
"Ill come" he said getting up, my eyes widened and my breathe hitched. I was in panic mode, I rushed around him towards the door.
"NO!-" I coughed awkwardly "I mean no that's um...okay" I said before opening the door quickly and shutting it.
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"SHE IS FINALLY BACK!" Jackson yelled dramatically, raising hes hands in the air. I laughed as I nodded with a small smile.
"I said I would didn't I?" I replied cockily as I dropped my bag on the gym floor.
"Yeah...Yeah shut up" he mumbled, before grinning again "I missed you" he said before giving me a bone crushing hug, I laughed before swotting him away.
"No need for the soppy hugs Jackie" I replied with a smirk on my face as he frowned, showing hes wrinkles "AND HE HAS WRINK-" I was cut off as my voice got muffled by Jackson's hand.
"Shut up... I'm still young" he hissed "...And, stop calling me that" he wined stomping hes foot.
"You love me for it" he whispered in hes ear before grabbing my bag and walking into the changing room.
Once I changed into my boxing shorts and vest top, I walked out with a towel on my shoulder as I sat down Jackson came over with my boxing tape for my hands. I smiled gracefully as Jackson wrapped my hands up making sure no skin was left past my knuckles. Once he was done I made my way to the punching bag and began punching.
All my anger, pain went out on that bag. Left and rights, uppercuts, to the side, and for the final it was a kick to the head. At the end I had everyone in the room clapping and Jackson jumping on my back, I smiled happily as I held Jackson up on my back. I don't even know how he got on my back not alone how I could hold him with how much muscle hes got.
"GET OFF ME!" I groaned, I heard him chuckling before he slowly jumped off.
"I don't even know how you got on my-" I cut myself off "You know what never mind"
"Just get home, before your mum find you gone" Jackson said frowning, Jackson knew all about my mum and her beating. I made him promise not to tell, he wanted to though, he told me to use my boxing on her but I refused. Shes family, I don't hit family. Well that's my rule, I don't this she necessarily like that rule.
"Yeah, I'm going" I muttered as I got all my stuff and headed home.
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"HEY!" Chad shouted as I took a bite off hes toast, I shrugged my shoulder innocently before chewing and swallowing it.
"What? I was hungry!" I muttered before taking another big bite, Chad shook hes head smiling goofy at me before making himself another sandwich.
"You smell" Chad stated as he munched on hes sandwich, I shook my head smiling.
"Nice? Oh yeah I know its this new perfume called 'Sweat' brilliant ay?" I said sarcastically, Chad chuckled as he ruffled my hair.
"You was always the sarcastic one..." Chad muttered amused.
"No, dad was" I mumbled.
"Just goes to show you was alike" he mumbled before walking out

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My daddy isnt coming home.
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