“Hey.” I greeted Blake when I enter the gym.He doesn’t greet me back. He threw the gloves at me and instructed me to punch the kickboxing bag. “Okay.” I thought we connected last night, but clearly, he is still a jackass. I put the gloves on and hit the bag as hard as I can. I kept going with Blake busy on the phone, glaring at me like I’m failing a math test. “You’re doing it wrong,” he said, walking up to me. “Clearly, that’s why I’m here for you to show me how to do it, remember?” “Get your posture right by standing with your feet and shoulder in a wider distant, and your front foot facing the punching bag.” he grabs my leg and pulled one to the back and one facing the bag. He pulled my shoulders up. “Don’t shy away from emptying your punches. And do not stand and dance around the heavy bag, because this just wastes your time,” he explains. “Didn’t you just train me last night with dance moves?” he glares at me. I don’t know what pissed him off, but clearly, he is in a bad mood. “Always plant your feet firmly when knocking the punches, and when you are not throwing, punches move around on your toes. Try throwing different combinations and ensure that your every punch flows nicely into the next.” I do as he says and tiptoe to my feet before throwing a punch. “You’re doing it wrong,” he growls and stands behind me. I can feel his breath close to me. “When hitting the bag, you have to throw a powerful, snappy punch. It’s very easy to fall into the routine of shoving the bag rather than punching it.” he picked up my hands holding it, showing me how to hit the bag instead of shoving it. Our breathing became as one as we kept hitting the bag together. Blake’s face is next to mine, my left foot close to him and his hands still on mine while we kept the momentum of hitting the bag. “The only shots that you need to throw have to be a front kick or cross. Other shots, like jab or hook, need to make a good snapping noise as your hand moves in and away at a fast pace. If you push the bag on every punch, it will just soak up your energy and make you tired.” he moved away from me. I kept the tempo and did exactly as he told me to. “Do you always need someone next to you, to show you how to do things?” he grabbed the bag, and I stopped punching it. “Excuse me?” I asked, shocked. “You’re doing it wrong. Do you need someone at the ER to hold your hand as well when you’re treating a patient?” I can feel the anger stirring again inside me. “Sorry, but help me understand? Did I piss you off or did you forget to use protection last night when you took a woman home?” I throwback at him. For some reason, I have the guts to just tell him exactly what’s on my mind. “Go home, Emily,” he says and pulls the bag back. “No, I came here for training. What did you except a woman that will be able to hit a bag the way you want her to? I told you, I don’t know how to do this.” my eyes feel like it’s about to pop out from anger. I need this, and I need him to help me. “Okay Emily, get in the cage.” he put on some gloves and jumped into the cage. “See me as a punching bag.” I did exactly as he told me and put my one foot in front and the other one backward. “Now hit me.” he stands in front of me. I swing my right arm and he ditches the punch. “Boxing isn’t just about punching a bag, it is about doing every move with accuracy and proper form. A punching bag workout lets you experience the impact’s force when you punch, but your opponent can ditch your punch and hit you to the ground in seconds.” he punches me and I fell to the floor. He held out his hand and pulled me back up. “Focus on my breathing and do it again.” I did exactly the same and focus on his breathing, but before I could hit him, I was lying on the floor again. “The challenge of giving it your all is to move out of your comfort zone, which builds strength over time. The more you get out of your comfort zone, the more your strength increases,” he explains, but I don’t even know what my comfort zone is. “Switch your legs and your position.” I did as he said. “Focus on my breathing.” he moved closer to me, too close, and I hit him in the face with my glove. I don’t know if he let me do it or if I actually moved out of my comfort zone, but he smiled, so I guess I was doing it right. I smiled back at him and he took off his gloves. “Go home and rest.” I nodded and removed my gloves as well. “Emily?” he calls back when I stepped out of the cage. “I didn’t have a woman with me last night,” he said. I don’t know why. If he did, that’s his business, but for some reason, he wanted to let me know. “I was just pushing your buttons, Blake,” I admit. I don’t want him to feel angry at me for saying that. “Okay, but I still just wanted you to know,” he said and turned his back. “Okay, I will see you tomorrow,” I said softly. “Blake?” he turned around and face me. “Thank you.” he nodded and gave me a small smile. I know he is fooling around with women. That was clear on G****e, but I feel safe with him, even though he makes me angry and sad, but the training is helping. I checked the clock and my shift at the ER starts in half an hour.
Blake’s PovEmily has left the club. It’s silent and just me and all memories hanging around in the club, staring me in the face!I picked up gloves and put them on. This time I used Emily’s.As I pull it over my hands, I can feel the pain. I don’t know her story, but I have my own story about why I started to become a kickboxer. The memories of my father run through my mind when I pull the punch bag closer.“Did you hit him back?” father is sitting with a knife peeling his apple on the front porch when I came home from school with a bloody nose.“I asked if you punched him back?” I hear my father’s voice clearly as I punch the bag.I just stared at him that day, remembering how he used women, how he was never there for me. He only cared about his title as the world-famous kickboxing champion and how women were falling at his feet. And here I am, getting bullied at school because I&
Emily’s Pov “Miss, what happened? You need to tell us what happen so that someone can help you.” the unfamiliar woman is laying in the ED, her lip busted ad can barely keep her left eye open. My day shift is almost finished and Blake said he will pick me up so that don’t have to take the bus in the rain. “Miss?” she picked her head up long enough to look at the man that was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. “Did he do this to you?” I point a finger at him and asked her again, but she looked scared when I pointed it out. “Did you do this to her?” I push forward to the man with so much anger inside me. “Wow, wow. I would never beat a woman like that.” he jugg
Blake’s PovI’m still sitting on the couch like an ass. What was I thinking?If my dad was here now, he would’ve said with your *dig* but yeah, he is not here, and that is not what I was doing. For the first time in my entire life, I felt something, something that I wanted more of.I’ve had women in my life before. I know the adrenalin feeling of winning over and over, and I know how it feels to have a joint and to zone out, but this feeling I don’t know.It’s a feeling of wanting someone or something so bad that you’re willing to give up everything for that.It’s a feeling that you can’t see or touch, but it stares at you brighter than the sun and cuts you deeper than a knife. It’s a feeling that you beg to hold on to, but it’s slowly slipping away into the darkness, and the only way to grab it is to climb down the lather and pull it up.*meet as, at the club, drinks on
Emily’s Pov I watch the clock against the wall for the 100th time now. Linda was supposed to be back by 10, it’s already 1 PM, and I haven’t heard from her. I pulled my phone out and there were no messages, no calls from her. What could’ve happened to her? Surely you don’t take that long to evaluate someone? The patient called this morning to go to a house call. She actually asked for me, but Linda took the phone before I could answer it and said she will go. The lady apparently wasn’t strong enough to get to the hospital, so we had to send someone out to evaluate and stabilise the patient to get to the ED. I haven’t heard from Blake in 5weeks. I’ve stopped training as well. Blake proved that night that I was weak, not
Blake’s POV “What happened?” I jumped out of the car when I saw Em sitting on the staircase waiting for me to come home. “Seriously, Blake, we have to get going!” Vicky climbs out of the car and, like always, fucking moans about shit. I run up to Emily, who looks like she passed out a few times. Her face was swollen. I search for any bleeding marks on her body, while my body is trembling with fear. What happened to her? Her knuckles are busted, so it means she fought back. I had a small smile on the corners of my lips, but I still have fear. “That’s my girl,” I mumbled. “Blake?” Vicky yells. “Just call a damn ambulance. We have to get going.” My eyes still scan her body. She’s really here, beat up, but she’s here.
Emily’s Pov My mind is racing with all the feelings stirring inside me, feelings I’ve never gotten before, not even once. That is what you get for believing that you’re not worthy of anything in life. Blake is starting me blank in the eyes. I don’t even think he knows what’s going on now. Maybe he’s playing with me, maybe not, but for now, I don’t care. I just want to be close to him, as close as si can be. Why I chose it with him, god knows why. I know I feel safe with him, like I can feel all my emotions and let my inner demons out without him questioning my intentions. I know he doesn’t know how to let go, and not be in control all the time, but this time, I need him to let go and just give in! “Just breath, close your eyes and let go of whatever control
Blake’s PovEm is sleeping for three hours straight now. The wind has picked up and a massive storm is brewing. I kept checking if she was okay and that the swelling didn’t get worse. She refuses to go to a hospital, and for god knows why she’s a nurse and most of the people at the ED know what happened in her past, okay I think only Linda does, and I know her worse fear is being weak, but sometimes being weak is not a bad thing, well in my eyes. I grew up learning that being weak is your worse enemy, until I met Emily, and saw that being weak comes with passion and love and dependence. That’s all I ever wanted.I closed her with a blanket when someone knocked on the door. It’s nearly midnight who in the world would come here this time.The knocking became louder when I rush to the door before the fucking noise woke up Emily.“What in the world are you doing here?” I asked when my moth
Emily’s Pov“You know, it’s okay to feel you don’t have to hide what happened.” I try to ease the pain that he’s trying to hide behind the tough man he was raised to be. He looked down and kept his eyes focus on my lap while I’m still sitting on his lap. “I don’t want to lose focus when I’m high on emotions. I never learned how to show or even let it in.” “Then let me teach you the same way you’re teaching me to fight. Let me show you how to feel.” My hands are hooked around his neck and his hands are around my body. I can feel how ye shiver, trying to hold back what is dying to let out, but he’s too afraid to feel anything. “How did you feel when your sister overdosed?” he snap his head with anger and removed me from his lap. “Blake, I don&rsqu