The Right Side

Chapter 8

Ash's POV

"Okay let's start with some simple push ups." I say after the long stretch we had. I learned that she is frighteningly flexible....

"I don't know how to do that..." she says quietly.

"You don't know how to do a push up?" I asked shocked while she blushes.

"My father never let me even learn how to quote end quote work out... he always wanted me small and helpless where a man could come and sweep me off my feet and save me." She says rambling.

I snort. "Ya well that sure helped you didn't it. Look at where you are now." I say laughing. "You legit got kidnapped." She giggles.

"Hey that's not my fault! That's your fault!" She says playfully pushing me. "It was yours!"

"Hey now! I had no clue that you were being kidnapped!" I say laughing that she had so little power in pushing me. "Okay push ups. Lay down on your stomach."

"What?"

"Lay. Down. On. Your. Stomach." I say with a smirk. She blushes and does as told. "Okay here put your hands... why don't I just show you." I say and I get on the floor. She sits up and watches. I do a few push ups and then stand up.

"Okay I got this." She says and she gets in the right position but then she try's to lift her self up. She gets and inch up but falls back down. I frown. She gets flustered. "I got this."

She try's again but gets no where. "How did you not even break a sweat doing this!" She asks while she stands up.

"I have done push ups sense I was five... with my fingers." I say and she stares in shock.

"I don't believe you." She says crossing her arms. She has a cute 'try me' face.

I smirk. "I can. Trust me."

"Do it then."

"I'm not going to show off when you can't do a push up. I'm not like it."

"Then I don't believe you." She says looking up at me with a confident smirk. Where did this come from?

"Fine." I say and I smirk back at her causing her smirk to falter. I get down on my knees and then get in a push up position. I use my fingers and start getting rid of one finger till I get down to my thumb and pointer finger. I stand up and smile at her. "Believe me now?" I say with a smile and she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes with a playful smile.

"Ahhhhhh Ash... you trying to impress your girlfriend?" I hear an annoying voice say and I turn around. I can see that Avery's confidence was knocked down and she no longer had any. She his behind me as I looked at Anthony.

"She isn't my girlfriend and the answer so still no." I say already unamused.

"Oh come on!! You scared?" She asks holding his arms out. He is a big man with black hair. She is wearing a tight black t shirt that is showing off all of his muscles.

"I'm not scared for me I'm scared for you." I can feel Avery's confusion behind me. I turn to look at her. "Anthony here has wanted to fight me sense I ever got into boxing. I have said no every time because I do t want to hurt my people." She nods and I turn back.

"I guess you you won't fight me I'll fight her." He says walking face to face with me and points at Avery. I laugh and punch him in the face. He falls back but is caught but his friends.

"Is that what you want?" I go to step forward but Avery holds onto my arm.

"Ash let's just go somewhere else." She whispers and I nod as we walk to a different part of the gym.

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Avery's POV

After a long and HORRIBLE workout we walk back to her room. I take a shower in her shower and she gives me some clothes. She takes a shower next as I walk around her room.

When we walk in I see the room is 100 times smaller than mine. There is a bed in the corner and the walls are covered in old school rock posters. She has a door to a bathroom and a dresser by her bed. The rest of the room has bean bag chairs and guitars all over. There is a drum set and a small keyboard plus a computer and what looks like an old school producers board.

"Wow." I say looking around. It's dark in the room. I go and turn on a light and what seems like Christmas lights are hung over the ceiling.

I see pictures on her dresser. It's over her and Satan and another woman. It must be her mom. I look at all the pictures and all of them seem to be her and that woman. Occasionally her dad is thrown in there.

"It's not much but it's my home." She says walking out of the bathroom with wet curly hair that fit perfectly in a messy style.

"It's... beautiful. I couldn't dream of a nicer place." I say and we make eye contact. We stare at each other for a solid minute when I break eye contact. "So um... your tattoos..."

"What about them?" She asks flopping on a bean bag chair. I go and sit in the edge of her bed.

"Well you said you didn't choose to have it. What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well every demon down here have a tattoo on their back. It could be big or small. It could be colorful or dark. It could come when you are a child or when you are on your deathbed. It takes time too. It took 9 months and 11 days for mine to grow. And it can change. It changes when you change. It is a part of you. It represents you." She say while rubbing her shoulder. "But the rest of my tattoos I got myself.

"So yours was... dark and lonely... you had two different wings too." I say piecing things together.

"Oh ya... I don't know why, cause I am perfectly happy and I have two demon wings so my tattoo is just strange." She says standing up.

"You should go back to your room and get ready for dinner." She says with a stiff nod. This is going to take a while for her to open up to me.

I'll be there