Fine Line ( under construction)

Chapter Nine

I perk up at a knock on my bedroom door, my hands hovering over the laces of my tennis shoes.

It was nearing 5:45 a.m, and I was determined to show up to training early.

"Sybil?" My fathers deep voice greets me, as he walks into the room with a sigh.

I clench my jaw, bending down to finish tying my shoes and he takes a seat in my desk chair.

"Are you training this morning with Walker?" He asks quietly, eyes trained on the floor.

I nod, "yes."

"How are you liking him, I knew if anyone could help you- it would be him." My father holds a proud glint in his eyes, but not for me, for Walker.

"He's fine." I spit out, wanting to change the subject fast.

I wasn't too keen on telling my father that Walker was my mate.

It would just be another thing that I had failed at, and I didn't need any more tallies against me right now.

He nods, clearing his loudly before speaking again.

"I want to apologize for embarrassing you in front of the pack yesterday." He says with a sincere tone.

I look up with surprise filling my features.

"But, what I said was true, you will not win this battle- trust me." He pleads, his face looking five years older at the mention of it.

"I will win, Walker is helping me." I muttered, glancing at the clock with a sigh.

My father shakes his head, rubbing his temples.

"Sybil, you've never taken anything serious in your life. I thought it was just a phase after your mom died, but you have lost eight years of training simply because you didn't care." He argues back, always knowing how to tear me down.

"I care now." I glare at him, my hands clenching by my sides.

"I hope for your sake, that's enough. I've seen what Weber can do- he's a killing machine." My father growls out the last bit, anger filling his eyes wickedly.

"I just don't want to lose you too." My father hangs his head lowly, a frown taking over his lips.

I clench my jaw, but remain silent as he stands up and offers me a pained smile.

"I love you, Sybil; but, I am tough on you for good reason." He says before walking out the door and closing it.

My mind goes numb to his words, blocking out that interaction and focusing on the task at hand.

I would either win and make him proud, or I would die and put him out of his misery of being my father.

As I whip open my door and make my way to the training hanger, I can't help but think about one thing.

How much I wished he could just say 'I love you' without a 'but' following it.

***

"Carter, you move like a ninety year old woman- with back problems." Walker snaps at me, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I rub my back with a frown, a bruise forming from all the times I've been knocked down.

"He's kinda right, Sybie." Kaden shrugs, as he watches me from a chair next to the boxing ring.

I bend at the waist, the pain in my body burning through like a wild fire.