She's New, and She's A Badass

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Andys POV

I walked into the kitchen and searched the fridge for something alcoholic. I found a bottle of beer in the back and grabbed popped the cap off and taking a big mouth full of the bitter-sweet liquid. This was so much to take in. My mother just showing up on a random spree? She didn't do random. At least from when I knew her she never did.

I was taking another sip when Jake came in, "Who was that?" he asked, then he noticed the beer in my hand, "Andy, what are you doing?"

I took another sip, still looking at him and gulped it down, "That was my mom." I said simply, then taking another sip. This beer was going down to fast.

Jake looked surprised, but before he could say anything I spoke again, "She said she wanted to be closer to me. That she's been clean for six months now and hasn't had a client in a year. I hate her. I hate her with all my heart and I know she's lying about everything she's said to me." I downed the rest of my drink and whipped my mouth with my arm, like the pig that I am.

"What did you say to her?" Jake asked curiously. "I pretty much told her that I hated her guts and there was no chance that I would ever agree to let her into my life." before he could answer I said, "I need to work out." I ran up the stairs to get changed, with Jake calling after me.

I walked into my room leaving the door open, knowing that Jake would just walk in anyway. I went to my dresser to get a sports bra, then to my closet to get a sleavless ripped t-shirt and compression shorts.

I was taking off my shirt when Jake came in, but didn't hesitate like some girls would. Obviously not the sluts. I tugged my shirt off and turned around so my back was facing Jake an un-hooked my bra so I could put my sports bra on. I pull the bra over my head and turned back around to see Jake starring at me. What a surprise. I pulled off my bottoms exposing my pretty underwear and slipped on the plain black short compression shorts.

"You coming with me?" I asked as I pulled on the t-shirt. "Andy, can we talk about this? You're going through a lot right now, and I think that if you talk about it then you would feel better."

I scoffed, "Yeah, cause you're the greatest example of that. Look, I promise that I'll talk about it later with you, but right now I just need to blow off steam. Are you coming with or not?" Jake nodded and grabbed his car keys from his jeans pocket and followed me downstairs.

I was just about to go out the front door when Jake pulled my back by my wrist. When I turned his familar lips met mine. Damn, I loved kissing these lips. "What was that for?" I asked. Jake just shrugged, "Because I felt like it." I rolled my eyes and made my way out to his car.

At the gym I put my duffel bag in the girls locker room and walked out in my sports bra heading to the weights. I picked up 2, 30 pound metal weights with each hand and started doing bicep curls. Two sets of ten each. I worked with my arms for about 20 minutes then went to the tredmill and ran for another half hour, doing a full sprint for 20 minutes, using the other ten for a warm up.

I got off the tredmill and I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins as I went to my water bottle for a drink. I took short sips so I didn't get a cramp, and when I was done I went to my usual punching bag and started hitting.

Punch! Jab! Punch, punch! Jab, kick, punch! I had to get it out! Everything just needed to get out. My mother, all the shit I've been through. All the threats that have been made against me, all empty threats considering that nobody has ever acted on any of them. Yet. Everything was coming out with each punch, kick, jab, or a combo of any of the three. Since I was hitting the bag so hard it was jiggling quite a bit, making my feet dance around every which way the bag went. Punch, jab! Kick, punch, jab, punch, and on and on it goes.