The flashbacks

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Jay was sitting there with a bowl of chocolate chip ice-cream. He raises his eyebrows and motions to the tub of Ben and Jerrys beside him. Grabbing a spoon from the draw and sitting beside him I start to eat as he turns to me.

"You really like him, don't you?" I shrug and shove another spoonful into my mouth.

"I don't know who you are on about." My words come out muffled.

"George of course. I'm not blind lise. He asked my blessing on your 'not a date' date tomorrow night." I turn to him as he makes the air quotations.

"I have no idea what you are on about. We are going for an apology meal and then coming home. There's not date before or after." He chuckles as the words come out fast and all muffled because of the ice-cream in my mouth.

"Honestly, it is okay Annalise. I prefer George out of the two brothers anyway." I smile and we sit in silence until we have both eaten our ice-cream. I say goodnight to Jay as he sits in the living room to watch a movie, I walk up the stairs and into my room. Closing the door behind me I go and take a nice relaxing bath and read my book. After finishing the third chapter I get out and get into my pyjamas. Jumping into bed, I switch my bed light on and start to read again.

Next thing I know I am waking up to a knock on the door. I look around and see light spilling in from the window and the book resting on the pillow beside me. I must have just blacked out. I shout for Jay to come in and surprisingly met with the face of Alex. I wiggle further under the bed covers as he walks into the room. I notice him carrying a coffee cup and a brown bag. Holding them out to me I wait for him to speak.

"Um I thought I would bring you breakfast this morning." His smile falls as he realises, I am not going to take it from him. "I am so very sorry about last night Annalise. If I knew you could get hurt at all I would have acted a completely different way, you brother is so protective and that is no excuse for what I did but I just thought he was out of order." I hear someone clear their throat from outside and I smile.

"I will say it again for like the 1000 time. It is fine, I'm still alive and breathing. Don't worry about it, honestly." He sighs.

"I also came here to tell you that pa is sending me off to a bootcamp for a couple of weeks. Think I have some pent-up anger that I need to get rid of." I smile.

"It is going to be a lot quieter around her without you, troublemaker." He gives me a cheeky grin.

"I just wanted to come here to warn you to stay away from George. He is just as much a troublemaker as I am. Please just for your own safety don't start hanging around him." He looks down at his watch. "Well that is my time up, better get going before your brother drags me out of here by my ears." I giggle and he places a small kiss on my forehead, not saying another word he leaves.

I eat my breakfast in record time and put my shorts leggings on with a sports bra. Grabbing my biker leathers, I walk down the stairs and grab my bike keys. I shout to Jay that I'm going out to find a gym and he tells me to be careful. I jump on and start her up, letting her rumble for a little bit. Eventually I pull out of the drive and follow my maps to the nearest gym. Parking up in the only space that was available I lock up the wheel and walk inside.

It was massive. Not like any gym you would imagine. It had multiple stories, everyone dedicated to a different type of workout. I had only come here for one thing, so I stayed on the bottom floor. I needed to get back to training again, I hate being away from the ring for too long. I sit on the bench in the far corner and start to wrap my hands. It seemed to be a lot more difficult for me to do it myself. I sit there, wrapping and unwrapping until I finally give up. Throwing the stuff back into my bag I go to stand up and start walking towards the door.

"Annalise." My brows furrow as I turn around and scan the room for whoever called my name. My eyes land on George, he seems to be trying to train with a punchbag. I laugh and walk over to him. He knuckles had small little cuts on them and his fingers look slightly bruised. Throwing my bag down onto the floor, I grab his hands and drag him to the nearest bench not bothering to loosen my grip when I hear him hiss in pain.

Pushing him to sit down I kneel in between his legs and grab my savlon from the bag. Putting some nitrile gloves on, I apply the cream and start to bandage them up. I don't bother looking at him while I work, he will start to ask too many questions. I smile at my work and slowly take a seat beside him; I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head. I know what he is thinking, and I can't let him say the words. 

Before he speaks, I grab my bag and make a beeline towards the girl's bathroom. To my unfortunate circumstance, I trip and fall straight onto the floor. Well that was what I was expecting anyway, however, I didn't hit the floor. Instead I fell straight into the perfectly defined arms of George.

Blushing I apologise and try to run away, he quickly grabs my arm to hold me in place. "You don't need to run from me." He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. I freeze in place, too scared to move.

"I really do need to go" He places his hand back into his shorts pocket and takes a step away. I smile at him and walk out of the front door. Crouching down beside my bike I call Jay in hysterics. He comes running around the corner and stops dead when he sees me on the floor. I feel him crouch down beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder, I flinch away from him and start to cry more.

"What the hell has happened?!" I look up at him and go to speak however I get cut of from someone shouting my name. I turn around and stare at the door, George was standing outside with a towel around his neck and his gym bag in his hand. I look back at Jay and see the anger in his eyes, he goes to stand but I place my hand on his forearm and he looks down at me. I give him a weak smile and I shake my head; he sighs and helps me get up from the floor. 

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