The Struggle Of A Girl

Exhausted after my session with Luke I decide to go to the kitchen and get a little snack. As I limp the kitchen I see Nana mixing ingredients to bake, she sees me and immediately looks worried.

"Oh my those boys must be working you to the bone"

"Yes nana, My muscles are feeling sore especially after the intense exercise and work out session this morning, "I say as I slum down by the kitchen counter stool with my hands stretched out on the table.

"After your next session with Darius, I recommend you u draw a nice cold bath with ice to relax your muscles," She says putting a glass of cold water and a peanut butter jam sandwich on the table.

"Thank you" I quickly say before eagerly gulping the water down, and eating the sandwich.

"Slow down, I don't want you choking on that" and as she says this I swallow too quickly making me cough. I smile at her with a full mouth showing her that Im alright which makes Nana shake her head while smiling. She resumes baking while I eat and I start thinking about Darius. I hoped he wouldn't give me a hard time after my father informed that he was supposed to be his successor it was quite obvious why he was treating me in such a manner-today I was going to try to call it a truce.

"Oh and they're almost done fixing up your room"

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm estimating by the time you are done with Darius, they will also be done," she says and I smile. For a while we are talking as she is baking while I watch her do so, I find out Nana actually has two kids who are already working in a different country- as she talked about them I could see the smile she had initially slowly drop, so I try to change the topic.

"Uhm, so what about your husband?"I ask

"He died fifteen years ago," she says an I mentally slap myself on the forehead. I look at the time on that was on the kitchen wall and I immediately get up flinching in pain as I realise I'm already 5 minutes late with my session with Darius.

"Shit, shit, shit," I say as I try to walk-limp to the zinc to wash the dishes but Nana stops me, "Dont worry about the dishes, you hurry along to your next session," she says as she takes the dishes out of my hand

I hurry to the gym, and as I enter I already see Darius in the ring sparring by himself throwing different combo moves, he does this for a while and then leans against the rope and I start to notice he seemed to be injured. With him not noticing I am here, I clear my throat to catch his attention and he slowly turns his head to look at me on the side which sends chills throughout my body.

"Sorry, Im late"I simply say but he just ignores me and with his back to me, takes off his shirt which makes me blush.

He wraps his shirt around his wounded shin, and as he stood up, his broad, muscular frame demanded attention. His pecs were full and well defined. His wide lats only added to his perfect V-shaped figure and slender torso. As to be bent over to wrap his shin, his back muscles were visible as he stretched, even from a distance. From his robust traps down to the bottom of his lower back, he looked like a bodybuilder from the waist up.

"Are you just going to stand there or you going to come in? "He says and I walk up the stairs on the side of the ring and enter.

"Up and down plank, 3 minutes and 10-second break- ten times."He simply says. Shocked by what he is telling me to do, I ask, "I know, I'm late but my muscles are hurting and I've had a long day" I naively say.

He walks up close right to my face looking down at me, hairs prickling on the back of the neck I felt timid, this man was very intimating but I decide to stand my ground and look up to him seeming unafraid but in reality, I'm scared. After all, Im still a kid and it's my first day, surely he will be lenient.

One hour later...

Everything from my thighs, abs and arms was at this point hurting. Tears are streaming down eyes as I try to continue, but my body felt as if it was at its limit. He didn't feel bad for me as I cried and moaned in pain -he just carried on watching me with an emotionless look. I felt stupid and naive, thinking he would feel pity for my tears and allow me to stop but this man was heartless.

"If you keep slowing down, Ill just keep increasing the time," he says and making me feel defeated, I start sobbing as I give up and slam on the floor breathing heavily.

"I could care less if you cry, you have two left-we are not starting this training session until you finish."

I stop sobbing but still remain on the floor, muscles stiff and silent.

"If you can't take the pressure then go back, so that the men can lead."He says, which angered me, at that moment I thought of Bertha.

The memories of her continuously bullying me over the years flood through my mind and the knowledge of her involvement with the murder of my brother fueled me more. I was not going to give up, I will take control of this organisation and get revenge! With this thought and anger driving me, I do more up and down planks for 10 more minutes at a faster pace.

"Took you long enough," he says a I get up filled with anger and adrenaline.

My normally calm and pleasant demeanour slowly changed and my face contorted in all-consuming anger; my nostrils flaring, eyes flashing and closing into slits. My mouth quivering and drooling, slurring words that were unintelligible came spewing into space like a volcano releasing its pent up emotions into the darkness.

My hands closed into fists and I crouched forward, daring him to repeat once more the words that had torn my heart into fragments, that had threatened to dash all my expectations of taking revenge on Bertha.

I then let go with a right uppercut to the head that he easily dogged, not long after that I am slammed hard on the ground. I groan in pain and confusion as I am confused as to what kind of technique he used on me to bring me down so fast.

"That wasn't a bad stance" he simply says while standing over me. Too tired to say anything, I just lay on the floor and close my eyes, slowing drifting off I feel arms circle around me and pick me up bridal style.