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"Hit it!"
I advert my eyes back to the punching bag, using all of my force and body to swing at it. Both of my hips circulating as my gloved fist connects with it, sounds of plastic shuffling due to heavy impact.
Every bone in my body was vibrating, as if it had given me a lot of power to keep going. Even though I was pretty much lacking on sleep, not once did they give me an easy approach for this.
Which made me happy since I didn't want to be looked down upon, I could work just as hard as everyone else. The outcome is appropriate for me, it can help in the long run when it's needed. I just needed a certain push, and now that Zayn and I understand each other better. I can do it.
"Again! One, two!" Zayn's childhood friend, Louis who also traveled here with us, after finding out about Fatima, decided to come. That's also helping me train, since he was very educated on boxing as well.
Once Zayn had left his dad's care, he wasn't able to go back. The neighborhood slowly took a turn for the worse, and got invaded by a plot of harsh stuff he didn't feel like discussing. But explained how everything was changing, and he needed to do something. Which means he dabbled into a thing with a bunch of friends, creating a safer place for his family. And that's why I respect him.
Zayn respected him too, which is why he opted for me to work alongside him, instead of taking fighting lessons from him. Because I pretty much work for him now, in our very own certain way.
Constantly being around each other just felt a bit excessive, now that I'm going to be included with the business part. We didn't find it right to be so hung up over each other, needing to learn how to give a bunch of trust towards each other better.
Even though he didn't want me to be out in public so normally, I explained how it'll be way better if I'm out and about. Because with him trying to hide me away, they'll know it's because we're a bit scared of a horrible outcome. And I refuse to admit my thoughts to anyone, that's not Zayn.
So, when I got up earlier than him this morning, I explained that I didn't want to get any training from him. And wanted to learn on my own, not with him babysitting in the corner of the room.
He took it better than I expected, not without at least telling Jerry to attend with me. While he goes somewhere with Andrew, apparently to the last place that Fatima's car was placed before she was taken. He didn't want to go see his mother, but I asked him to do it with me, later.
I was at least concerned to see if she was okay, even if I didn't agree with any of her choices. The feeling of loneliness after that, it's a particular kind of pain; It was very different, one that hurt a lot more than the accident within itself. I would not wish it on anyone, and that's why I had been worried.
"Time." Louis says before moving from behind the punching bag, stopping the intense swaying and looking at me. "No offense, but you're a beast." He whistled loudly, almost impressed.
