Day 20
The doctor has told me that I don't need to be cautious anymore. My concussion is still there and I should not do anything too active but I can still do some things.
For example today I can go to the gym with my brothers and they're going to teach me how to fucking fight. I don't want to be here. I'm going to accidentally do something good and they're not going to believe that it was just dumb luck.
How do you hide the fact that you are one of the best fighters in the world from people who were raised to spot a lie?
I am going to die doing this.
The punch I landed onto the punching bag was weak and sloppy. Something I would never do if it wasn't for the 4 boys staring at my every movement. Christian still at the house working.
I need to hide all my knowledge, my stance needs to be wrong but not too wrong because I did take some self-defence classes as I told them. I need to hold back all the power in my blows but still seems like I'm trying. I need to act new to this when in reality I started when I was 10 maybe even younger I don't remember.
"No, you need to angle your shoulder like this so that when you hit you can carry more momentum, which then creates power," Benoit instructed his hands pushing my shoulder at the angle that I would normally use.
(I know nothing about fighting/ punching I'm sorry if this is way off and doesn't make sense)
I punch again and as expected I hit harder. More precise. My brothers seem proud. Not of me, but of their teaching.
Benjamin walks up next about to correct my posture I'm assuming. I mean that's the thing that's way off at the moment.
"Anna, don't look at the punching bag, imagine that bag is someone who touched you without asking." that's not terrible advice. I mean I don't necessarily need it, but he picked up on what angers me and is using it to help me. "I know you can punch hard if someone does that." I heard him grumble under his breath.
A slight smile lands itself on my face for a second and I position myself again. Not fantastically, just a little better. I punch the bag harder than before to show some improvement.
Next up is Alex, he's not necessarily known for his fighting but he's still quite good. He's like maybe top 15 in France, which don't get me wrong is fantastic but compared to his brothers who hold the top 4 spots, well I guess now 2-5 spots, he's not amazing.
He, as expected corrects my stance, keeping my feet separated to keep myself on balance. keeping my center of gravity at the best angle possible.
For a moment I forget what I'm doing and hit the bag with my usual amount of power. Landing a hard blow in the middle of the bag, where if it were a human, their chest would be.
Alex looks at me bewildered. Shit. How could I forget? They are all sitting behind me. I turn on my heels looking at them wide-eyed.
If I act surprised, then maybe they will think it was just one good hit.
"God damn Marianne, I think there was more power in that than a fucking hippos jaw." the astonishment in Alex's voice was clearly visible.
"I knew you took self-defence classes but... they don't teach you that do they?" I don't think being surprised is working. They don't seem to be suspicious at all they just seem caught off guard. That's a good sign, right?
"Yeah I was one of the best in that class but I'm still not fantastic I still lost some of the fights. It was mostly beginner stuff. My stepfather was actually the owner of it. He was my coach." it's always easier to lie when you're not fully being untruthful. If I hide a bit of truth in it, they won't be able to catch the lie, because it isn't one. Not fully.
I did take self-defence classes once. Well not really. It was a session with El- Stop. Don't think about it. He's not here and will never be. Leave it in the past.
"Those classes must have been great, you have a lot of power in your hits, you just needed to position yourself properly," Ben commented getting ready to leave. We've been here for an hour and he thinks we're done. I mean they are but I still need to hit something.
"You guys head home, I'll drive my bike back. I want to get a few more minutes in." My family was not happy about me having a bike but, I bought it and I'm not getting rid of it anytime soon. It had arrived yesterday night so it was only fair of me to have ridden it to the gym.
I don't know why they don't have a gym of their own. I mean, they own a mansion, their in the mafia and they're all gym rats. How the fuck don't they have a gym?
They all got up mumbling some goodbyes, making their way toward the back door where they had parked.
The second I saw their car pull out of the driveway way, I started hitting the bag like it killed my dog. The pent-up anger, frustration and annoyance towards everything around me being let out in waves against the cool leather.
I kept hitting the bag at full force for what felt like minutes but in reality, it had been over an hour. The sweat dripped from my face and onto my shirt creating a pool at the neckline. I looked like a hot mess.
My punches were getting sloppier and weaker as time went by. My anger was soothed by the last few punches I managed to attack with.
A tap on my shoulder cut me out of my trance. I spun around nearly giving myself whiplash from the speed of the turn.
The man who tapped my shoulder was a bit taller than me maybe 5'11. He had short black hair and gold-like eyes. They looked painless and carefree. I can't tell much from the first acquaintances, but the way his shoulders were relaxed and the enormous smile on his face immediately told me that I wouldn't like him.
"Hi, are you new here I've never seen you around. I know that for a fact because I would always remember a girl that can punch like that." He was obviously flirting. He wasn't good at it, but he was cute I'll give him that.
I don't have experience with dating, or flirting for that matter. Well, there are always those guys who think they can tame the "beast" and change me. Make me good or whatever. Most of the time, it's the girl that thinks she can change him but for me, it has always been the other way around. The nice guys always fucking come up to me trying to make me like them because they're special. It pisses me off.
"Yeah. Thanks." Quick, answers all his questions. I don't see a problem with this. A plus to it is it tells him to fuck off and let me punch the living shir out of this bag.
"Oh shit your bleeding. Why didn't you wrap your knuckles?" I look down at my bloody hand. Every single one of my knuckles held a small pool of blood around it. Now that my focus is on it, my hands are throbbing.
Instead of telling him that, I shrug and walk away. If this man isn't going to leave me alone I'm just going to leave this place.
To my utter fucking horror he follows me. Walking with me to my gym bag trying to ignite a conversation. Can he not fuckcing catch the many hits I'm giving him?
"Hey, would you like to go on a date with me?" he questions. Why is he being so creepy but also trying to hold the sweet guy act? I'm on my bike right now and he's standing right in front of me, stopping me from going anywhere.
I'm going to run him over if he doesn't move.
"No thank you." I want to keep it from escalating. The way his voice held desperation, he seemed like a guy that wouldn't take no for an answer. Especially because he is standing in front of my bike stopping me from going anywhere.
He doesn't make any attempt to move. His feet are planted on the ground and I'm starting to lose my patience. This man is starting to come off as more than just creepy.
"Move. Now." The warning in my voice was easily noticeable, as he started to back away. His eyes become a hard glare as I make my departure. The wind blowing hair as I head back to the mansion.
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Another chapter is finished! This one is an introduction to another character. Love interest? Maybe maybe not.
Is there something weird about this new guy?
Also, I suck at comebacks, I'm actually so bad at them. Someone will insult me and the only thing I can do is nothing because if I say anything I'm just going to make a fool of myself. So I'm sorry if that reflects onto Marianne and she seems uncool. I'm trying here. Lmao
Anyway, make sure to comment & vote!
Dominique <3