A Furious Chick

Training

Katherine

Kaleb wakes me around six thirty in the morning by pouring water on me. I scream, jumping up. I sleep in my underwear and bra and so I was freezing. I swing at him, furious.

"Relax, baby." Kaleb doubled over in laughter. "We've been slacking on our training this past week. Its time to start it back up."

Oh no. Training is code word for suicides and pounding on Kaleb. I don't mind the suicides but fighting my brother isn't something fun. He insists he can take it and I believe him because I don't aim to hurt him. I hold back a lot.

I shower and dress in a sports outfit, shorts and sports bra and sneakers. I put my hair in a high ponytail and head downstairs. Everyone is awake, in the kitchen.

"You hungry, Katherine?" Dom asked. He was making pancakes.

"Did you poison it or something?" I crossed my arms.

"Sister, its fucking pancakes." Kaleb came up behind me.

I laughed. "No, thank you. I don't want anything right now."

I see Blondie setting up the table outside. Kaleb ushers me out the door. I pass Blondie without a word. Yesterday, I let him in. I never let anyone in. I don't like that he got to see a vulnerable side of me. He can use it against me.

Kay and I stop a little farther away from the table. He walks away for about half a mile before drawing a line in the sand. I draw one with my foot. He comes back to me.

"Ten suicides." He instructed.

"Bitch please." I sit on the sand.

"Katherine, your getting fat." Kaleb announced. I looked at him, shock. "Yes, honey. You are gaining weight and I know you hated it when you were fat. So, let's go!"

I stood again. "Eat a dick." I get in position to run.

"Go!" Kaleb roared after moment.

I take off, jetting down the beach as fast as I could. Wind rushed to me, splashing my face, my legs, all my skin. My legs pumped as I reached the line and made a U turn. I sprinted back to Kaleb, haul assing. I can feel the adrenaline pulsing through me like drugs. I like it.

After my suicides, Kaleb hands me a water which I drown my esophagus with. I haunch over focusing on breathing.

"Didn't that feel good?" Kaleb asked, patting my back.

I gave him the finger, commanding my lungs to work right. After a few minutes I am fine. I stand up straight.

"All right. Let's do this." Kaleb squared up with me.

I sighed. "You know-"

Kaleb swung at me and I deflected it, easy.

"Really?"

"Give me your best shot."

He swipes his leg under mine, causing me to fall back onto the sand. I groaned. I get back to my feet. Kaleb picks me up and literally flings me a few feet away. I suppressed my anger, getting up.

"Your being a real ass." I walked back to him and swing.

He deflected my punch quickly. I place my hands on my hips and studied him. I wait for him to relax. I wait for him to wait for me. He's on edge, watching me like a hawk. Five minutes go by and we're at a stand off.

And then, I snap.

I attempted to kick his face and he caught my foot, pushing me on the ground.

"You're lagging." He criticized.

That made me so mad. I am not a lagger. I'm the best in Nobody's Industry. I worked hard to get that label. Holy hell. I'm pissed. I stand up and lung at Kaleb.

I hit his stomach once, twice and a third time, rounds of blows. I stand and kick sand on him.

"I don't lag, bitch." I hissed, storming in the house.