Chapter Twenty-Seven: Violet

The sun was brutal for early winter as it beat down on the field. My shoulder's toasted under the intense rays of hell, and I was positive I would leave with a darker sunburn than I already had from earlier in the week. I could taste the salt of my sweat as it poured down my face. My eyes burned from it, and I found myself squinting as my blurred vision worsened from the additional and unwelcomed liquid.

My thighs ached as I pulled the weighted object behind me up and down the field. I wasn't sure if it had been ten minutes or an hour as my legs shook. Each labored breath got harder and harder to suck in until I felt like there wasn't enough air left in the world for me to fill my lungs.

I was determined to win, and prove my father wrong. Prove to him that I could take it. I was not a quitter. The way he watched me instead of focusing on his team reaffirmed his concern for my well-being. As a father, it was only natural for him to be concerned even if he was the one