Crystal

Chapter 7

🌼JADE COLLINS🌼

Okay, this man's workout routine is definitely not for me.

After I finally got to hit Uncle John by his shins which was by luck because the man was so damn fast, he finally allowed me to take a break.

I collapsed on the basement floor in exhaustion. Dragging myself to lean on the wall of the basement I gulped water from my bottle. Uncle John walked out of the basement without a sweat, on his way out, he said "I would soon be back, we're not done here".

Ughhhh, I really thought I was going to get off easy. Poking my sore ribs, I sighed. I'm honestly tired of this training/workout. I'm really not the athletic type. I don't know why Uncle John is making me workout. Probably because I'm a sore loser.
He had been sending glares my way since we started the workout/training today. He didn't even break a sweat whereas I'm in a puddle of my sweat about to drown in the same sweat and I'm supposed to be the younger one with more stamina.

It took like 30 minutes before Uncle John got back, by that time I was already comfortable with the position I was in, resting on the wall. He sent a glare my way and surprisingly sent me to my room.

I was so happy I forgot to be careful while getting up, feeling spikes of pain shoot up my entire body, I hissed trying to hide my pain from Uncle John. I think he heard but he turned his back at me, pretending not to notice. Well that's better than me getting insults for being weak.

Going upstairs to my room was easier said than done. After forcing myself to shower knowing I would regret it the next day if I don't, I collapsed on my bed.

There was this shrill noise disturbing me. I didn't know where it came from. Trying to swat it,
"Ouch" someone exclaimed. And I mumbled in response.
"Get up lazy ass, dad is calling us to workout" the person exclaimed.
Workout? What workout? Wait.......................What? I opened my eyes and looked at Jeanine.

"Ugh, that's why he let me off easy yesterday" I said. My sore muscles haven't rested yet. Massaging my body, I got up to change to my workout clothes. I really don't understand Uncle John, we never worked out immediately after a session. Well we never used to work out either anyways.

"Let's go" I said to Jeanine. You might think that I should be so tired from work outs and stuff but I actually like it now, if only Uncle John would calm down and give me routines at my pace.

"I'm going to teach you how to fight" Uncle John said immediately we entered the basement. It was quite dark so I don't know how he saw us. My heart beat at my ribcage ferociously. I really don't like confrontations,  I literally cry anytime I have them. When you add to fight?......... Hell, I've never fought anyone before, unless you count my prank wars with Hades as one.

"Jeanine, you know the drill" Uncle John said. Jeanine switched on the light and I saw that the basement arrangement had changed. Sand bags hung from the ceiling, boxing gloves were on the table. Jeanine went to the long sand bag, put on her gloves and started hitting it.

"You are going to learn with this" He pointed to a smaller sand bag.
"Go and take your gloves" he ordered.
As I was putting the gloves on, I was thinking of how to punch the stupid sandbag. I must have been too slow because I suddenly felt a pull on my hand. "You wear it like this" Uncle John roughly put on my gloves for me the right way.

Going to where the sand bag was stationed, I could hear grunts from Jeanine as she was pounding away at her sand bag, giving it kicks and all. Woooow, she's good.

Uncle John showed me few steps on how to about punching the bag and gave me space to do my thing.

Trying to impress Uncle John on the first try,  I hit the sandbag to hard and it came back with vengeance hitting me square on the face. It got dark pretty quickly in my head and I saw shiny stars, I crumpled on the floor holding my nose in pain. Which I couldn't really do because of the stupid gloves.