***Trigger warning***

This chapter is going to be centric around Natalie a little earlier in the timeline when she was 16. With that said, you're going to see Natalie is a girl with a lot of anger and emotional trauma. And this chapter is going to contain some sexual harassment, so I just wanted give a little advance warning on this sort of topic if it is triggering to some of you.

Okay, now that the heavy disclaimer is out of the way, let's get right to it! This chapter was brought to you by a long overdue mental health day from my work. Thank God for PTO! Lol. XD As I said, this chapter is taking place when Natalie was a few years younger at age 16 and ultimately what led her to initially meet her boyfriend Felix. All I will say, it's not what you'd expect. Hope you all enjoy!

(Natalie's POV)

Can my life possibly get any worse?

Seriously!

I have literally no friends since I go to school with a bunch of shallow, stuck up posers and my 'fellow trainees' at my gym alienate me because they think I'm a stuck up poser just because my parents are rich.

Ugh… my parents.

Where in the FUCK do I start on my fucking parents?!

The fact that I even call them that is a big enough stupid ass fucking joke within itself!

Considering they don't give a shit and a fucking quarter about anyone but themselves and I've been nothing but a damn 'accessory' for them to show off at parties and events I was dragged to my whole life like some kind of fucking show pony.

Even my old nanny, who by the way hasn't even seen me in like 6 years and was the only thing consistently close to a 'parent' in my life, gives more of a shit about me than my parents!

And this woman was PAID to take care of and give a shit about me!

How is it that she always remembers MY birthday by sending me a card every year and my parents always have a chance at forgetting?!

Well, until they realize it like they did when I turned 16 and my parents tried to pretend they didn't 'forget' by buying me a car a whole week later… and only after realized I still needed to finish driver's ed and get my license first before I could even drive it.

Which MAYBE they would have known if they actually paid attention instead of nit picking me, i.e. my mom.

What the FUCK?!

Why is it that everyone who even remotely gives a shit is across the ocean or in another area of the country and yet I am stuck on this Island of Fuckery alone?!

But, long story short, that is why I never like to be at home.

And even though all those other bitches here alienate me, the gym is my 'haven'.

The rhythm of my punches on the speed bag, the impacts of my punches on the punching bag, or even just lifting weights, jump roping, running on the treadmill… all of it feels almost 'freeing' to me.

And especially now that I'm still reigning junior women's champion, all of it makes things worth it.

Like it's the one thing in my life worth doing. Something that actually makes sense, that I love, and have passion for.

And especially after everything else that happened today… I was ready to blow off steam. I got my hands taped up enough over my knuckles just to make sure I didn't scuff myself during my warmups.

I finally got going on the speed bag as I just kept myself focused on what I was doing. After keeping my rhythm and getting into a groove, I just kept my focus on it and my mind felt like it was slowly but surely being wiped clean.

"Hola Natalina, como estás?"

God… fucking… dammit…

CAN I JUST CATCH ONE FUCKING BREAK?!

I could feel all my muscles tense up as I slowly looked over only to see the other bane of my existence.

Hector Vazquez.

He's usually always annoyed me and hit on me for the past two years, but ever since he became the junior men's champion a couple months ago… this asshole asks me out and/or hits on me every damn day.

Even though I tell him to back off or I'll knock his lights out faster than he can blink… he still won't leave me alone.

That and he ALWAYS calls me 'Natalina' as a stupid ass pet name despite how much I fucking hate it. My blood was already boiling… and I was in ZERO mood.

I just gave him a sharp glare as I pretty much spat, "Fuck off."

I tried to go back to what I was doing until every single muscle locked up on me as I heard him laugh and put his hand on my shoulder before starting, "C'mon, don't be like that. I'm just asking you what's going on? Or what could be 'going on' with us, eh chica?"

I just stood there as my entire body felt like it was standing on end as I snapped, "Don't touch me…"

All he did was laugh again as he responded, now practically having his lips against my ear, "Ah, relax, you're always so uptight. Maybe… I can help you out with that, sí? If you know what I mean…"

Right then he put his hand on my hip and started smoothing it to my front as I just felt myself completely 'snap' as my gut converged on itself.

Immediately I pretty much snarled, "I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!" And I just as quickly turned around, shoved him off, and landed a right hook against the left temple on his skull before I could process anything, acting totally out of instinct.

All I saw were Hector's eyes roll back before closing and his body going limp as he fell to the floor. I just stood there for several moments until I realized everyone was looking at me.

Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!

I immediately ran out of the room and around the corner to try to process what just happened, feeling like I was literally losing my mind as I heard some guys back in the room commenting.

"Yo! Did you see what Burromuerto did to Vazquez?! Chica knocked his ass out!"

"Yeah, and with practically a bare knuckle punch too. Maybe we should make her Men's champ since Vazquez is having nap time right now like a bitch."

They all started laughing and I couldn't take it. I almost felt like I was going to be sick. Immediately, I just started running, almost feeling tears welling up in my eyes.

Am I not okay literally anywhere on this stupid planet?!

Home sucks, my parents suck, and now my gym?!

WHAT?!

WHY?!

I had no idea where I was going.

My feet just kept carrying me with my gym bag in desperation to find a bus stop. I didn't give a shit where it took me. All I wanted right now was to go somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

I kept running and eventually found a bus stop up head down this block a little ways from the gym, until my shoe clipped an uneven part of the sidewalk and I ended up almost face planting into the concrete.

Luckily I brought my arms up in time to keep my head from hitting the ground, but I could feel my skin on my forearms burning from skidding slightly on the concrete.

Yeah… that's gonna scab up like a son of a bitch and make my mom be all up on my ass about it.

I was cursing under my breath as I heard someone call out, "Oh damn! Are you okay?! Here, let me help."

Immediately I felt a set of hands on my left arm trying to lift me and cause me to recoil as I ripped my arm away and saw a guy about my age standing there when I got to my feet, as I snapped, "Get the FUCK off me!"

He immediately put his hands up as he responded, "Sorry! I was just trying to help!"

I immediately stomped my foot for some reason, mainly to just release my rage I think, as I spat, "Well, I didn't ask for any of your stupid fucking help, okay?!"

He gave me a confused and pissed off look back as he responded, "Hey, what's your problem?! Do you not get that I was just trying to be nice?!"

I just gave him a sharp glare before I just stormed off, but not before I heard him grumble as he went back into the garage he came from, "Fucking… puta."

I hardly even turned back.

All I did was keep walking until I finally caught a bus.

6 hours later

After a shower and dinner, I still feel like crap.

I can't even sleep.

All I kept thinking about was how shitty my day was. Handsy creep, shitty people, my stupid parents… all of it. Until… him. Who the fuck did he think he was?!

Calling me a 'bitch'.

Asshole.

I turned over in my bed until my head just became a swirling angry Hornet's nest of thoughts. All I kept hearing was that random guy's voice.

"Sorry! I was just trying to help!"

"Hey, what's your problem?! Do you not get that I was just trying to be nice?!"

"…I was just trying to be nice?!"

"…be nice?!"

"...nice?!"

I put my pillow over my face to try to make my thoughts shut up and leave me alone. But it all seemed to do was make his voice get louder.

Almost as if my pillow projecting the words like an amphitheater.

"Fucking… puta."

"Puta."

"Puta!"

"PUTA!"

My teeth felt like they were going to crack apart from how tightly my jaw was clenched as I abruptly sat up and violently threw my pillow across my room before gripping my hands into my hair.

After a few minutes of being close to pulling out my hair, I practically collapsed on my bed and stared at my ceiling.

Just… thinking.

So again… a lot of plot holes here. Mainly that as you saw and probably inferred, the 'random guy' who was trying to help Natalie and she snapped at was then 17 year old Felix Heredia. More to follow on this situation and how it led up to their eventual relationship. Stay tuned! ;) But, more than anything, this was to all of you who said you wanted to see more of Natalie and more about what her life was like, especially considering who her parents are. And as you saw, Natalie may be a 'rich girl', but… her life low key REALLY sucks. She is a very unhappy and angry person with pretty much zero support system. Her parents are selfish, her extended family that does care about her all live in Spain, and because she 'matured early' and is considered 'very conventionally attractive' she is often objectified and unwillingly hit on by boys (mainly Hector) at her gym which she considers her safe space. And after Hector got a bit too handsy with her on an already terrible day she was having, it culminated in Natalie just losing her mind a little and eventually caused her to unintentionally snap at someone who was just trying to be a good person toward her. But again, I'll leave you all to hypothesize and hope you enjoyed the chapter! As always thank you all so much for stopping by to read and constructive reviews are always appreciated.

Take care and stay classy all!

Dexter1995