Trust Issues

Chapter 6: Feelings

Speeding through the city, holding on to Jasmine's torso. Still stuck in my fearful thoughts, and if I should tell Cat. Maybe that would make her anxious too. I just want her to be safe, but I am not even sure yet if there is any real danger.

Jasmine was taking me God knows where to talk, I guess about my tension and lashing out during our shift earlier. We arrived at an alleyway looking place.

"Here we are!" exclaimed Jasmine.

"Where is 'here' exactly?" I ask.

she takes her helmet off and turns to look at me. My heart flutters slightly.

"You'll see."

We get off the bike and she guides me to a door that opened to a stairway leading to the basement. We walk down and arrive at another set of doors that read some motivational workout quote.

"Are we at a gym?" I questioned.

"Damn new girl, you catch on quick." She replied pushing the door open and holding it for me.

I look around and see a bunch of big buff guys lifting weights and some in a boxing ring that was set smack in the middle of the gym. I followed Jas. She brought me to some large, heavy punching bags.

"I know you don't wanna talk about whatever it is clouding you brain right now. I still want to help though." She finally spoke handing me boxing gloves and continued.

"I want you to punch it or kick it while thinking of whatever it is that's bugging you."

I pondered while looking at the punching bag. Then raised an eyebrow to look at her.

"Interesting concept."

"Hey it works, trust me." She responds.

I am not quite sure why all of a sudden she wants to help me and has been acting real friendly, but I won't question it.

So my thoughts began again, and immediately the face of my ignorant father appeared. I do not know what came over me, but as if it was instinct, I punched the bag so hard it caused it to swing slightly.

Jasmine looked shocked.

"Geez you weren't kidding, you really can handle yourself." She chuckled.

I scoffed sarcastically, "you have such low expectations of me Jas."

She smiled at my use of her nickname. I decided I should probably apologize for lashing out at her at work.

"I'm sorry,  for freaking out on you back at work. I don't know why I reacted that way."

She shook her head and simply replied, "you're forgiven, but I want you to put that into the punching bag."

I smiled and gave it a hard kick.

"She kicks too?"

"She used to be a kick boxer." I responded with pride.

We continued to each hit our respective punching bags, and about half an hour later I felt relieved and out of breath.

"You look a whole lot better." Jas spoke breathlessly.

"I am. I needed this." I smiled at her.

She kept punching a little more. I thought I would take this opportunity to ask her a question I was dying to know. Curiosity got the best of me.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"What's up" She replies still punching.

"Is it true you're always getting with customers and like...coworkers?"I shrink away as if I just insulted my mother.