Teaching The Bad Girl To Be Good (Lesbian Story)

Chapterd 35: Boxing 101

KY POV

"When's the last time you saw your father?"

I think hard, trying to recall that memory—it's buried somewhere deep, locked behind walls I've carefully built over the years. I know the last time we saw each other didn't end well. I can still feel the sting of it, that boiling rage, the disgust bubbling over. It hit me like a punch in the gut. Without thinking, I spit on him. I remember the look in his eyes—cold, unbothered, as he wiped the spit from his chin. Then, without missing a beat, he slapped me hard across the face. Fire ignited on my cheek, but I stood firm.

"I don't remember," I say truthfully, tightening the bolt on the chair in front of me, hoping the conversation will drop.

Jay, perched on the edge of the counter, isn't letting it go. "Okay, so how are you feeling about seeing him now?" Her voice is soft, like she's trying to coax something out of me. She's been doing this for the past fifteen minutes, ever since Deck mentioned that my father's coming tonight to 'catch up.' Years of missed opportunities, filled with resentment and silence, were about to come crashing down around me, and I wasn't ready for it.

I let out a groan. "Jay, babe, can we not do this right now?"

She shakes her head, sighing softly. "Ky, we have to. I just want to make sure you're ready for this—you know how you get sometimes."

I grit my teeth, trying not to snap back. How do I get? I know she means well, but all these questions are dragging me back to a place I've spent years trying to escape. As if sensing my frustration, Jay slides off the counter and comes closer. I drop the screwdriver as she squats in front of me, forcing me to meet her gaze. One swift move, and she's straddling my lap, pulling my focus to her and away from the whirlwind in my head. Her hands cup my face, her touch soft and grounding.

"I know you and your father have had your... differences," she says carefully, as though searching for the right words. Differences? He was a controlling, power-hungry bastard who sucked the life out of everyone around him. Jay doesn't know the half of it. If I unloaded everything about him, she'd understand why I want nothing to do with the man.

"I just feel bad for Joe," Jay continues, her eyes full of empathy. "She never got to know him. All her memories of him are tied to sterile hospital visits. That's not fair, Ky."

I feel a lump forming in my throat, but I push it down. "Okay," I say suddenly, surprising even myself.

"Okay?" Jay blinks, stunned. I can't blame her. She was probably expecting more of a fight, but she's right. As much as I hate to admit it, maybe this meeting is necessary. Maybe I do need to see him. Not for him—but for me.

I kiss her lightly, pushing her gently off my lap and standing up. "Yeah, okay. I'm ready to see him. After all these years, it's time to hear what the bastard has to say."

Jay searches my face for any sign of sarcasm, but I flash her a small smile. "I mean it," I assure her.

Before she can respond, Mari bursts into the room, practically floating in a lovestruck daze. "Someone's in a good mood," Jay teases, her voice laced with mischief. "Dan?"

Mari grins so wide I think her face might split in two. Dan's been around a lot lately, sneaking in and out like he's afraid of getting caught. I've had a few awkward run-ins with him—like when I caught him tiptoeing out of Mari's room at 4 a.m., looking like he was making a prison break. I had to tell him to chill; it's just me.

"You've been all smiles for days," Jay continues, grinning. "The sex must be amazing."

"Gross," I mutter, standing up to leave, but Mari stops me.

"No, Ky, stay. We're all grown here."

I plop down on the stool next to Jay, pretending not to be interested, but Jay nudges me with an excited glint in her eyes.

Mari shrugs nonchalantly. "It's okay."

"Just okay?!" Jay gasps dramatically. "I need details, babe!"

"I don't," I grunt, rolling my eyes.

Mari waves her hand dismissively. "I'm not giving you the whole play-by-play, but let's just say... it's the dirtiest sex I've ever had."

"Okay, yeah, I'm leaving now," I say, standing up again. But Jay grabs my hand, pulling me back down with a laugh.

"The best kind, right?" Jay chimes in, fully invested now.

"I mean, the licking, the spitting, the hair-pulling—oh my God, when he tugs my hair, I just lose it," Mari says, her voice dropping low as if sharing a dark secret.

Jay's eyes widen in excitement. "Oh, I know exactly what you mean!"

I lean over to whisper in Jay's ear, "She's talking about you." Jay turns to me, raising an eyebrow.

"What? You know you're a freak in the sheets," I say, tackling her with kisses. She giggles and squirms in my arms, trying to escape.

"Ew! Take your PDA somewhere else!" Mari teases.

"Fine, we'll take it elsewhere," I say, giving Jay one more kiss before standing up. "I'm heading to the gym anyway."

"The gym?" Jay and Mari say in unison, looking at me like I've grown a second head.

"Yeah, the gym," I say, rolling my eyes. "Don't act like I've never been before."

"Just don't hurt yourself," Mari jokes as I head for the door.

———

"One-two-three, jab! Duck! Shoulder, shoulder!" Rob calls out as I slam my fists into the punching bag, harder with each punch. The gym's always been my sanctuary, the one place I can let loose and forget about everything else. My arms are burning, my knuckles screaming, but I don't stop. If only this bag had my dad's face on it. I'd knock the lights out of him.

"Whoa, slugger!" Rob says, grabbing the bag as it swings wildly. "You're going at that thing like it insulted your mother."

"Something like that," I mutter, wiping sweat from my forehead.

Rob tosses me a towel, eyeing me with concern. "You okay, kid?"

"Just... dealing with some shit," I say vaguely.

"You know, fighting's not gonna solve your problems. Whatever's going on, you're better off talking it out."

"Talking's not really my thing," I say, throwing another punch at the bag.

Rob watches me for a second, then lets out a long sigh. "You Guerys, always fighting demons. You know, I've heard some stories about your family. Especially your dad. You sure this is the path you want?"

I nod, determined. "Yeah. I need this, Rob. Train me. I want to go underground."

He raises an eyebrow, not sure if I'm serious or just blowing off steam. But I'm serious. Dead serious.

"Look, I run a gym, not a fight club. I'm not in the business of turning rich kids with daddy issues into street fighters."

"This isn't about that," I insist. "It's about finding a way to release the chaos in my head. I need something. A purpose."

Rob shakes his head but doesn't outright say no. "I'll think about it, kid."

That's good enough for now. It's more than I expected, and in a way, it feels like a small victory. Just one more step toward finding myself—or at least a way to survive.