ALEXAKIS.It pained me to say, but my mind and actions didn't usually go hand in hand most times. Take last week as an example, I'd woken up with the same determined mind that I would avoid going anywhere near my girl but had somehow found myself on the path to her school. I had immediately snapped out of it and thankfully, showed up at work early. Angelo had been in a beastly mood and Motty thought it had something to do with a missing container -I still didn't understand what that meant but I had acted like I did and showed worry like the rest of the men did. I found out later that the container held different machineries and weapons and I hadn't been so sympathetic then. Angelo noticed this and took me off two day's matches, just to be petty. I didn't mind though, as I thought that my body needed the rest. But what I also didn't realize was that the den was like a binder of sorts for me and it restrained the urges I had to visit my girl every time. Which was why I'd noticed that

CLAIRE.I walked down the hallway, turning the corner and continuing down till I got to the gym. I was sure that the sound had come from here because it had been kind of echoey and only the gym area gave off such sounds. I pushed the door open and walked in, taking in the quietness that surrounded the large space. I started to doubt that I'd heard anything as no one was in here even as I looked around but then I heard something like a shout -more like a grunted, if that made sense and the direction it was coming from was so close by. I looked at the room where the sporting and gym equipment were kept and sometimes had my blood running cold. Maybe I had already realized what I was going to see there. I slowly walked to the door, glad to see that a small, glass compartment was squared off at the centre and I peered through. At first, I didn't see anything, my eyes taking time to adjust to the dim lighting. But then I immediately took note of someone's head, the thick mane of hair being

CLAIRE.We were walking to the den in silence and although Alex is a comfortable company when I'm not scared of the punches he lands, and I was grateful that he was the one with me, if at all anyone should've been privy to my emotional breakdown. I didn't look up at him as we walked, still too bruised emotionally to share those feelings with someone. I could tell that he wanted to be of comfort to me though, otherwise we wouldn't be walking to the den for me to punch out my angst. I tripped on a stone and Alex's hands stretched to support me but I raised mine up, telling him that I wanted to stand myself. I had a burning urge to fix myself and if it would start with standing on my own, I'd be okay with that. We got to the den and it was busy, a fight taking place. Two burly figures took swings at each other in the ring, their blows amping up the crowd's cheers. I saw Alex's boss shouting at the men from a corner, looking like he would love nothing more than to get into the ring himse

ClaireGoing home effortlessly that evening wasn't easy. Becky and dad were in the living room. Their voices were so loud that I heard them from the driveway. I had hoped I'd get better guardians but I had to settle with these. I must have not done something right. The living room was just adjacent to the doorway, but I figured out a way to bypass it. I entered the house and quickly ran into the kitchen, following the other back door to come out. The door led me straight to the stairs. I quickly ran up to them and entered my room, shutting the door behind me"Phew! That was close!" I said to myself, walking to my bed and collapsing on it, arms spread. It was a very cool evening, one to sit and talk with loved ones, make memories and whatnot.I stretched on my bed and turned to the side, folding my hands in between my laps and my head on my improvised pillow, wallowing in this shallow pain that refused to go. I was never in love with him, I just liked the feeling of having Scott aroun

These past few days have been pretty silent. I didn't have a college I was going to like Evie and so, I was always stuck at home. I needed something to fill the void I felt now and then. I didn't want to prove to them right that I was up to no good and worthless. I needed to make something out of myself. My thoughts went on and on about what to do, what interested me and what I had a passion for. I thought about catering but that was all I always did at home. I catered for everyone's needs not because I cared but because I had no other choice. It wasn't my passion, so I scrapped it. There was the option of fashion designing but what did I know about fashion? I wore anything I saw on a norm and didn't even care if I looked good or not. How would I style another person?Finally, I thought about event planning. It seemed like I had strength there. My room was always coordinated and I liked planning my time. Planning events would come easy to me, I would feed off people's satisfied expr