Chapter 3
That entire scene was over and done with at the Gym, and he could now endure some quiet. The only sound in his ears was running water. His head was tilted back as warm water was beading against his body. His arms were up behind his head, his fingers interlaced. His body was calming down from the hard training at the Gym. Green eyes shut, he just stood there, trying to relax. A sigh escaped through his nostrils. He had already washed his hair and body. Now he was just relaxing. He felt the water starting to drop in temperature. Another sigh had escaped his lips. His arms had dropped down and his eyes had opened up. One of his arms had reached out and turned the nozzles as the water had died down and eventually stopped flowing. He pulled the curtain open. As he stepped out, his left hand had reached for a towel off of the towel rack. He gripped it and pulled it off of the rack, pulling it toward his face. His hands had moved around his face, drying it off. The towel had moved up to his hair as his hands had shaken the towel around his head. His feet had taken him toward the mirror. He took the towel away from his face. His eyelids had separated as his green eyes had looked into the mirror, looking at his chiseled well-built, athletic body. You're gonna win this fight. Believe it. You will That is what was going through his mind right now. His mind was focused on the fight that was scheduled the next day. He took the towel and wiped off the rest of his body, as he started walking toward the door, opening it up and walking out of his bathroom, after he had wrapped the towel around his waist. His feet had trailed him into his room, as he looked at the various trophies stacked around his room. His eyes had looked at a single picture, which portrayed him holding up a trophie in both hands, with his head tilted backwards a large smile on his face. That was the first fight he had won. And he was ready to win that fight tommorow. For if he didn't, his most treasured thing would be taken from him. His mother's wedding ring, which was given to him in his will. He never knew why, but he just took it with no objections. He never knew what to do with it. So he just decided to bet it on his fight. He sighed as he grabbed a pair of boxers, taking the towel off. He stepped inside them, pulling them upwards to have them fit snug on his waist. He pulled out the covers on his bed, as he collapsed in his bed, falling sleep almost instantly.