Her Dark Mind

Chapter XII

*Two months later*

Deep burgundy eyes pierce back into mine, narrowed eyebrows adding to the fierceness of Travis and his burning, fiery gaze.

I stare back holding the same cold expression, the air could be cut with a knife as I spot Trev in my peripheral vision watching my movements intently.

I'm standing in the middle of the field with the twins, about to spar with Travis. They've been training me hard for a little over a month now and I've started to enjoy it as I'm seeing loads of improvement. They keep commenting on how my progress is freakishly fast and, to be fair, I'm also slightly shocked at the rate of my training and how quickly I've learnt and perfected skills. I had requested personal training from these two as they seemed to know what they were doing during class, at least more than majority of the other students. They agreed, obviously, but they seemed more excited than I was and I don't know how that was even possible.

After a few more seconds of what seemed to become a staring competition, trying to see who will break first, Travis lunges at me attempting to right hook my jaw. Not fast enough though as I duck before his fist could collide with my face and ram my shoulder into his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him, and dropping him to the floor.

Before I could react, Travis sits up and kicks his leg out sweeping my feet out from underneath me causing me to meet the ground like he had, whacking my head aggressively against the fern green grass.

As I attempt to stand up, a very heavy Travis sits on top of me straddling my waist trapping my arms under his knees, I'm about to fight him off when I feel a cold sharp object press against my neck. Fuck. Still not wanting to admit defeat, I ram my knee into his back which sends him tumbling over my head.

I turn over onto my stomach and jump up off the ground, steadying myself from the fast movement. Travis gets up just seconds after me and holds his small pocket knife out in a defensive stance, a large smirk starts to spread across his face and as if echoing him, my lips twitch up into a sly grin.

Yes, he's got a knife. No, he isn't going to kill me. I forced them to use weapons so as to make training feel more real, to instill some fear, however it's just made things more exciting.

Before he can steady himself I kick my foot up to knock the knife out of his hand, sending it flying up, just to have it fall to the floor on my right. I watch as he glances down to his knife which is now embedded into the dirt, I send a humorous grin his way which only causes him to respond with a childish sneer.

Whilst having the upper hand I let him take the first move again as he lunges at me once more, stepping to the left and spinning around him I grasp him firmly on his right shoulder, stopping him from toppling over. Using my free hand I grab onto his left wrist, before he could act against me, twisting it behind his back to immobilise any movement of that arm.

I kick his right knee as I push him down onto the ground, laying him flat on his stomach, digging my left knee into the small of his back. Making sure he isn't able to get up I reach over and grab onto the knife that still sits firmly in the ground, nice and snug. Placing the blade against his exposed neck, just as he did to me.

I won.

For the first time, I won.

"Nicely done Jami, you did it!" Trev congratulates me, giving me a round of applause.

"I really did it. Holy shit" needing to hear it come out of my mouth as well, still struggling to believe that I won.

I release Travis from my grip and flip his pocket knife closed using one hand, I chuck it back to him as he stands up, dusting himself off. I'm then greeted by large muscular arms wrapping themselves like a blanket around my 5'4 height as a 6'3 figure envelopes me in a hug.