Jay's pov

I was gritting my teeth as I cooked food. My whole body was sore. Every time I moved pain would shoot through me.

Did I tell anyone this though. Of course not. I was after all Jay Cameron Hathaway. I wouldn't be me if I said something right now.

We had all just sat down at the table, when Brody came in. (A/N remember him he was Jays best friend though he was only here for one chapter)

"Sorry I'm late." he said out of breath.

"Lissa how many people did you invite to my house?" Mom asked. I gave a small laugh even though I didn't find it that funny.

"He's the last one. I just thought Jay would like to have him here." Aunt Lissa said. She was right. I always loved having him around.

"I'm sorry Miss Hathaway I thought you knew I was coming." Brody said apologetically.

"Who are you?" Dad asked.

I decided it was about time for me to step in. "Dimitri this is my best friend Brody." I said as calmly as I could.

The secant I started talking concern filled Dad's gaze. I wanted to hit my head ageist the table. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Of course Dimitri would know I was still in pain just by me talking. He always seemed to know that kind of thing.

"It's nice to meet you." Dimitri said looking back at Brody.

I felt confusion. Had I been wrong did he not know.

No he knew. He also knew I didn't want him to say anything in front of everyone else. So he would bring it up when no one else was around. Oh joy.

As soon as we were done eating and Brody had left I ran out of the house to keep from being confronted by my dad.

Ow, ow, ow, ow. That was what was going through my head as I ran toward the gym. Monster by Skillet was blasting. I smiled. I loved this song.

I started beating up on one of the dummies. I had heard somewhere that when your mussels where hurting moving them could make it better. I hoped so.

Dimitri walked in after about ten minutes. Had I really thought he wouldn't. No I had known he would.

"You know its not always bad to try asking for help." he stated as he walked in.

"Fine. Help me with my training. Spare with me." I said moving to one of the training mats.

"He moved to. Getting into a fighting stance. "Its not very mature to avoid the subject like that." he said as I made my first move. Numb by Linkin Park came on.

I sighed and dodged one of his moves. I shrugged then tried to make another hit that he blocked. The movement was starting to hurt less.

"I'm seven. You guys always seem to forget that." I said trying for a kick this time.

"It's because you almost never act like your seven."

"What can I say Comrade? Would you rather I pretend I was some insolent minded, loud, hyper child, or be myself." I asked moving out of the way of a punch and making one of my own that he blocked.

"You see its comments like that why everyone forgets how young you are." he said.

I was getting tired of us blocking all of the others moves. It was getting us no where.

"Listen Dad I act the way I want to." right after I said it I realized what had come out of my mouth. I would have covered my mouth with my hand, but instead I took advantage of the look of shock on his face.

I finally landed a punch. "I win." I stated then walked out.