Thirty Six.

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Next Morning

No Name's POV

I woke up with Micah and Jess snoring in my ear. I chuckled softly before getting up. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and slicked my hair back into bun. He said I was working him like a soldier, so I was gonna show him how they really worked. I changed into a random pair of shorts, a black shirt, black socks, my G-Shock and my running shoes. I got a big bowl filled with ice cold water and went to his room. I looked at him and my smile grew. I threw the water all over him.

"Yo, what the fuck?" he said and I laughed.

"Got five minutes to get dressed and meet me in the back yard," I said starting the timer on my G-Shock. I walked to the backyard and stretched while waiting. He came out after ten minutes adding two miles to his run.

"Congratulations, you've earned two extra miles on your run. Get on the ground," I told him and he lazily got on the ground.

"Keep up," I told him. After ten push ups, I started going faster and faster. I reached fifty and he had only done thirty. I stood up and stood over him.

"You got twenty more. I suggest you pick up the pace," I told him.

"Fuck you," he mumbled. I kicked him in the stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

"Do the fucking push-ups and keep your mouth closed. Do I make myself clear?" I said to him. He started crying, but completed the task.

"Sit ups," I said getting down on the ground. I started and every time he'd stop, I'd yell at him.

"Stop crying and finish," I told him not caring about the tears falling from his eyes. He finished and looked completely drained.

"Planks," I said setting the time for three minutes as I got into position. He was still crying and out of breathe. We did the planks. I got my fifth pound vest to make him do squats with it on. He wouldn't complete the squat, so I made him do a twenty minute wall sit with the vest one. Every time he stood up, I kicked his feet up from underneath him. When we were done, I gave him a bottle of water letting him try to gather himself. I put on my hydration pack and stretched because we were doing a five mile run. I went in the house to check up on Micah and Jess. They were still asleep, so I grabbed my house keys, filled up my hydration pack and went back outside. I locked the door and walked over to Elijah.

"Take of the vest and let's go," I said giving him another bottle of water.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," he said.

"I don't care at all. After this, you're gonna shower, fix yourself something to eat and find a way back to your grandma's house. You're never stepping foot in my house ever again. You're a disrespectful, spoiled and entitled little brat. The shit you said yesterday was unnecessary and also very rude and hurtful. The only time you'll see me is if it's at an event for Micah. Other than that, think of it as your wish for me to be dead instead of your parents. I'll be dead to you from now on," I told him with no emotion.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it. I promise you I didn't. I promise," he sobbed not getting a reaction out of me.

"You like to throw people's secrets, the past and current problems in their faces. You meant that shit with every fiber in your body. You are just like your grandmother. You don't want to be treated like a child, so I'm treating you like the very shitty adult that you are. Everything that I bought you will stay in my house. You can take your school uniform with you and your school shoes, but that's it. I'm done with trying with you."

"Y/N, please," he said and I laughed.

"Matter of fact, fuck the run, the shower and fixing yourself something to eat. Find a way home, grown man, and get off of my property," I told him and he sobbed harshly. I went back inside and got his uniform and threw them out on the back porch with his backpack.

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