Hundred and eight

I knew it was Ezra’s but I didn't believe it cause the voice was softer. Not as soft or easy but it was lighter than the tone he used on me before. Has he finally forgiven me?

“Come on, do what I said,” he commanded as a coach should and I did as told. When I didn't get it right, he came and wrapped his hand around my waist and then held my hand in the right direction and angle.

“You should go slow, at first, always. Until you are comfortable with the pain,” he told me and I nodded, doing as told. After one hour of training, Ian came over with bottles of water and then threw one to Ezra before throwing another to me.

I drank all of it before sitting on the wall and then resting my back against the wall. The thought of Patricia and Chelsea slipped into my head, I needed to know what they were talking about. As I thought of it, an idea popped into my head. However, I don't think it would work but I am counting on it.

“Are you okay?” asked Ian, he placed his hand on my lap. I look