Rough

Chapter 1

(A/n; I went over and edited it)  

Punch. Punch. Punch.   

  I couldn't hear my ridged breathing; the music was too loud to hear anything. Anything but the annoying thump of my beating heart, which screamed in my ears and clogged my throat.   

Punch. Punch.

  I could always hear it. Always, Always, Always.   

  Each punch that I threw at the defenseless bag, was harder and more intense than the last. By now, with no doubt there are going to be bruises on my knuckles even though I'm wearing padded gloves. I felt drips of sweat coming off of my baby hairs and onto my back as I began to lose control in my own blankness of a world. Losing myself.

  It was only one of the two times where I felt as though my past doings hadn't came back to haunt me and overshadow my future.

Punch. Punch Punch.

   In my family, if you make a mistake it spreads through the family branches like wild fire and no matter how HARD you try to prove that you are no longer that person, they always find a way to bring it back up and use it as a verbal weapon to tear your down. At this point, I was done fighting them, of continuously trying to prove them wrong. They're so sure of who I am already. Then I'll be that person that they make me out to be.

Punch. Punch. 

  I growled lowly and released a breath with each gab I took, to mix up my combination I did a quick knee kick.

Kick. Punch. Punch. Kick.

  I heard the garage door open but, didn't pay attention to who ever just came in. They didn't matter anyways, no one really did. The person who just walked in yelled my name. I continued to punch the bag with all that I got ignoring the person who was trying obviously hard to get my attention. It wasn't until the music that I had blasting through my speakers began to gradually get lower, that was when I started to grow frustrated and annoyed at the interruption.

"Lauren..."

  Immediately recognizing the voice, I roll my eyes and step back from the bag. I gasped for air as I placed my hands on my hips whilst squinting my eyes shut from the pain I felt in my chest.

"Your mom said dinner is ready if you want some, oh and here"

  Finally acknowledging her presence, I turned my head towards her direction only to see a water bottle and a towel being tossed into the air. I quickly caught both items and gave her a look of approval.

"Thanks Camila.."

  I opened the cap and began to slowly intake the water, afterwards I dumped some of it on my head, letting the coldness of the liquid soak into my burning skin. I grabbed the towel that I had settled between my arm and armpit and ran it over my neck, face and stomach.

  Afterwards, I detached my gloves and began to unwrap my hands from the tape I had been using, revealing my bare hands with slight bruises painted on them.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Camila questioned. I replied with a blunt, "No." 

  "Are you positive? It looks like you have quite a lot of bruises on your knuckles. You sure you don't want me to check them out or something?" She countered back. Again, my response was the same "No."

  "Why do you do this?" she asked.

"Well aren't you just playing 21 questions, what's it to you." I replied, voicing my ignorance.

"I'm just curious that's all."

"Look you came down here to deliver a message to me from my mom, not make small talk so what are you getting at?" I questioned.

 "Nothing, I'm just very fascinated at your pain tolerance" she said while crossing her arms over her chest as she began to lean onto the door frame.

  I brought the bottle to my lips and took another swig of my water, I screwed the cap back on and tossed the now empty water bottle to a random pile in the corner.

 "Yeah, I don't feel the pain when it comes to things like this. In fact I totally forget about it."

  Camila just nodded as I started to make my way towards the door.

"Did my mom say what she made for dinner?" I continued as we both started to walk our way past the laundry room and make our way towards the kitchen.

"No, she didn't mention."

  I just nodded my head and continued walking towards the dinning room, taking a few glances at Camila as he plays with her fingers as we walked where dinner was set. Finally coming into view, I pulled out my chair and sat, as well did Camila except she was a few seats down from me. Sitting on her family's side. You see my dad and Camila's father are attached to the hip, they're the literal definition of best friends. And whenever it comes to sports events like this one tonight, we invite each other over and watch the game. 

  When we began eating nearly everyone's attention was towards the big flat screen in our living room that was currently displaying a football game, even Camila. Earlier on when we first met she voiced out to me that she doesn't like sports too well so that's saying something when even she's caught in a trance with the game. After everyone was settled in and more than content with my mom's cooking, my mom came and placed her plate down and pulled out her chair next to me.

  "Jesus, you stink mija! What were you doing in the garage? Building a sauna?"

  "That's the smell of a future ass kicking Mom" I said with food in my mouth.

  "Lauren Michelle, language" She scolded.

   I quickly rolled my eyes before she caught it. Once all of my food was gone from my plate, I got up alone and placed my dish in the dish washer and began to make my way to my bedroom to get ready for a shower. My younger brother, Chris, my little sister, Taylor and Dad were all in different spots of the "L" shaped couch and along the other couch. Everyone was too engulfed by the current football game that no one noticed my disappearance. Nothing new. It was at that, where my thoughts from earlier started to crawl back their way back into my mind...

  I walked alone, the way it had always been.   

  The way I liked it, yet sometimes I'd wish someone would join me, but no one ever did.  

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(A/N) ; I know it's a super short chapter but I just got the idea not too long ago and thought I should share it with you guys, let me know what you think or whether or not I should continue.