I gape at him. "What? That's impossible."
He nods. "It is. For normal boxers. For boxers whose mentors are part-owners of the league, however, it isn't." he says and smirks.
"You own the league? The big league? The one whose fights are world famous and streamed on television?" I continue to gape at the motherfucker. Only now do I realize that he's wearing the most expensive brand of sportswear there is.
"Well, about 20% of it, yeah. And this gym." he says and nods with his head towards the emormous space we're in.
I shake my head. "I don't believe you. Why would you do this for me? You don't even know me and I was a total dick for you."
He shruggs. "As I said, you remind me of someone. And you're hella good, I don't see why not help you get there."
I stare at him for a few moments in awe and he smirks at me, patting my shoulder. "Don't let me down, okay? Be here tomorrow at 9 am. We're gonna train your ass off. Now go home and get some sleep."
With that, he stands up and leaves me sitting there in a fucking shock.
Unbelievable. This is almost too good...
I shake my head to myself. Have some faith in people, Harry. Yeah, most of them are fucking dicks, but this one at least seems good. Besides, if he turns out to be a fraud, you can kick his fucking ass off.
With those words I get my ass up and get the hell out of there. I have a feeling tomorrow's gonna be fucking exhausting.
"Hi, sweetie, how are you?" mum smiles sweetly at me and hugs me as tightly as she possibly can, while dad watches with a forced smile.
He never really forgave me for dating Harry and leaving Missoula.
"I'm okay." I smile at her, making sure to put on my best happy face, so that she won't worry. "You?"
She grins. "Well, I'm happy you're okay." she says and moves on to hug Sonia, while Dad awkwardly comes closer.
His hands stay in his pockets and he sighs. "Hey." he nods with his head.
He has dark circles under his eyes, probably because of exhaustion from work. It saddens me how he and mum seemed to have lost a bit of connection in these past few weeks.
"Hey." I greet him back. "How are you?"
He shrugs. "Okay, nothing special."
I nod. "That's good. Let's go eat dinner." I smile and turn around from him, letting out a deep breath.
Just like he didn't forgive me, I never really forgave him either, and I'm not sure I ever will. He had no right to do what he had done. All these grudges between us made it impossible to have a normal father-daughter relationship and lead to tense conversations.
Somehow, even if I wasn't 18 years old yet, I couldn't imagine living with my parents anymore. Sonia's become my home.
"You guys like chicken, right?" Sonia asks and grins when they both nod. Dad sits beside Sonia and mum sits down next to me, putting and arm around my shoulder and pressing her head against mine.
"I missed you so much sweetie. You gotta tell me everything that's been going on in your life." she smiles and no doubt notices the blush that crept into my cheeks.
She looks at me with wide eyes. "Do you have a new special someone, Sophie? God knows you wouldn't be blushing about Tom."
I shake my head, looking down at my lap as even more blush appears on my cheeks. "Nothing new."
She stays silent for a few moments, having to realize what I just said.
"Oh, my god, Sophie." she whispers. "Harry?"
I bite my lip and slowly nod, trying not to start crying.
"What? When? How? Where is he now? He couldn't be far from you, right?" she chuckles but stops when she notices tears falling down my face at her last statement.
"Um..., I kind of bumped into him a few days ago, but not much happened." I tell her in the lowest voice possible.
She wraps her arms around me and when I look up to see the reaction of Sonia and dad, they're surprisingly not there.
"How did not much happen? Do you even know the state he was in without you?" she questions and I nod because I do know; Gemma's been forced to tell me all about it.
"Yeah, well. He did something stupid," he did the worst thing possible, "and now he's kind of in England. Probably." I explain but by the looks of it, mum has more questions than she had before, not less.
"Okay, I don't understand." she admits with furrowed brows and I sigh.
"It's complicated, mum, and I don't really want to talk about it." I silently beg her to stop asking about Harry.
"What about you and dad?" I ask and she purses her lips.
The last time we spoke, they weren't doing so great.
"Well, he kind of distanced himself from everyone, especially me, I don't know." she shrugs. "We'll see what happens."
Then she looks to the other side of the table, noticing they aren't there as well.
"Where are they?" she asks me and as I'm about to answer that I have no idea, they enter the room. Dad has an even deeper frown on his face than before and Sonia's eyes look everywhere but at me, and she looks sad.
Dad takes a deep breath and purses his lips, then looks at me. "Go pack your things, Sophie. You're moving back home with me and your mother."
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