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Walking into the airport, my eyes scanned the large area; I had made myself a promise that this time that brute wasn't going to intimidate me like a scared child. After checking in, I was trying to get through security but with no luck; stepping through this damn metal detector four times before I finally realizing that my tongue piercing was the only piece of mental left. Mumbling under my breath I took out the piece of jewellery, I could feel the heated looks of the people waiting behind me; finally stepping through again and to my relief the machine stayed quite. Quickly gathering my items together, I looked to Anthony who was laughing almost hysterically.
"Oh shut up" glaring evilly at him before stomping of
"I couldn't help it, the mortified look on your face was priceless" he protested still chuckling lightly.
Choosing to ignore Anthony I sat down in a seat and pulled my iPod out of my bag, putting the ears buds in, I began to relax listening to the sound of guns and roses. Feeling someone tap me on the shoulder I turned in my seat to see Anthony holding a cup in his hand, pulling out the ear buds and reaching for the cup taking a sip of hot coffee; a sigh of satisfaction as the hot liquid travelled down my throat.
"Thought you might need a cup before being stuck on a plane for 14 hours" Anthony said taking the seat next to me.
"Thanks" smiling at him before turning my attention back to the coffee.
Suddenly feeling like I was being watched I lifted my head, standing there about two feet away was Brock and Paul. Anthony swiftly walks up to them so slowly standing up I began moving to Anthony's side, silently repeating to myself "don't let him intimidate you".
Paul sticking his hand out "Its good to see you again, I hope there was no problem with the tickets".
"No, no problem thank you Mr Heyman" Anthony quickly said shaking his hand.
"I am glad you accepted the offer Miss Kelly. I don't think you'll be disappointed" giving me that creepy smile that made the knots in my stomach tighten even more.
Smiling at him sweetly before answering "I'm sure I won't" but the voice inside me was screaming to run and fast. Thankfully before I had a chance to act on the voice screaming inside me, I heard the announcement that our flight was boarding. Noticing the amused look on Brock's face seeing me struggling for a decision, I quickly turned and headed towards the gate.
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Standing in the lobby of the hotel, I watched Paul walk up to the middle aged brunette behind the front desk. A small chuckle leaving my lips as he was trying to charm her and it clearly wasn't working, I couldn't help thinking to myself who wouldn't find him repulsive. Anthony gently nudged me with his elbow, as if sensing what had amused me.
Finally seeing Paul walking back towards us "I have managed to get us one suite and a double room, it's all they had left" Paul looking to Brock for approval.
"Me and Aoife can take the double" Anthony suggested looking to Brock for approval.
"She can share with me. We start training at 6 am and I don't like to be kept waiting" he stated before taking a key card from Paul.
Quickly looking from Anthony to Paul, I noticed it was the first time I had seen a hint of worry on Paul's face.
Sighing I grabbed my case and started to walk toward the lift, suddenly feeling a hand grab my wrist I turned to see Paul looking at me.
"Look he has no scruples about hurting woman, so just do as he says and don't anger him" there was a sense of urgency in his voice.
Nodding my head slowly, I swallowed the lump in my throat before I turned and head to where Brock was standing. Looking over my shoulder I could see Anthony's whole body was tensed but I sent him a small smile before stepping into the lift with Brock.
I began to feel claustrophobic, as I stood there with my back against the wall of the lift; Brock took up most of the space and air in this small enclosed space. As the doors opened, I watched him step out and finally feeling I was able to breathe before silently following him down the corridor pulling a heavy case behind me.
Quickly entering the room, I was shocked to find the room was empty before noticing the sounds coming from behind the door to my right; sighing I turned shutting the door before heading into the room on the left. Closing the bedroom door leaning back against it, I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and silently trying to settle myself down.
Once I had myself composed, I lugged my suitcase on to the table by the window; taking in the view it seemed to instantly calm me. The window overlooked a beach, the crystal blue water stretching out a far as the eye could see. Tearing my eyes back to my case I dug out some blue pyjama pants and a white vest, deciding on a shower before getting some sleep.
Throwing the pyjamas on the bed, I took off the flat knee high boots I was wearing and made my way to the bathroom; turning on the shower. I started removing the clothes I had been in for nearly twenty four hours, standing there I looked in the mirror I could see the bruises on my ribs getting darker; hissing when I touched them I prayed they would heal quickly figuring Brock would work me pretty hard when training. Stepping into the shower and trying to rid my mind of thoughts of Brock and his angry presence, the hot water easing every aching muscle; still feeling the strain from the fight. The water began to get cold before I turned it off and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around my body. Opening the door and moving back into the bed, I came to a sudden stop; my hands gripping the front of my towel tighter as I found myself looking into brock's eyes. Sitting on my bed with a stoic look on his face while his eyes began to travel up and down my body, my stomach twisted into a tight knot and I started to slowly back my way into the bathroom. On his feet and across the room in seconds he grabbed my shoulders hard, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he stared into mine. My breath hitch in my throat, and I felt my whole body tense and he leaned in closer; feeling his hot breath on my ear.
"Food is here, get dressed" he growled as a satisfied smirk found his lips.
Not daring to say anything, he let me go and moved out of the room; finally daring to breathe again. Tremulously I moved over to the bed, grabbing my pyjamas I looked back nervously at the door before slowly taking off my towel and pulling on my clothes. Stepping out of my bedroom I seen Brock sitting at the table eating, I moved into the room a little further before I found the courage to speak.
"I'm not really hungry but I'm tired from the journey so I was thinking of just sleeping" turning back towards the bedroom.
A loud bang startled me but before I had a chance to turn around Brock roughly grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the table then pushing down on the chair.
"Sit and eat" he spat in my ear.
Nervously I picked up the fork and started to eat the grilled chicken and potatoes before I looked up to see Brock take his seat again. We sat there in silence eating, when I was finished I pushed the plate away and leaned back in my chair. A satisfied sigh leaving my lips, I hadn't realised how hungry I was until I had started eating; getting up I walked over to the mini fridge pulling out a bottle of water. I could feel brocks gaze on me as I was moving around the room but I was determined not to show fear around him, walking back towards my room I reached my door. Turning I looked back at Brock who was watching me.
"Thanks for dinner. Night" trying to being polite
Closing the door to my room and locking it, I walked across the room opening the sliding doors and going on the balcony. Sitting down on one of the chairs I opened the water, drinking it before watching the sun set over the amazing view. I shivered, the sun had set and now there was a chill in the air so getting up I groaned the pain in my ribs flaring again. Making my way back into the room, I closed the door before crawling into bed; my thoughts instantly go to what would happen tomorrow.
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BANG BANG BANG! Opening my eyes and sitting up quickly, looking around the room I quickly began to realise my surroundings and got out of bed heading for the door. Reaching for the door and opening it I found Brock standing there, large hand raised and balled into a fist ready to bang on the door again.
"You're late. Get dressed now!" he shouted before turning on his heels and disappearing back into his room.
Quickly moving across the room to my case, I pulled out my pink MMA shorts and black sports top with fighting Irish chic written on the front before rushing to the bathroom. Once I washed my face and pulled on my clothes before looking in the mirror, pulling my long curly hair into a messy bun. Walking back into the room, I grabbed a black hoodie from my case and pulling it on before sitting down on the bed. Putting on my boots, i got up and grabbing my workout bag; heading back into the main room I found Brock standing by the door to the suite. The walk to the gym was a tense one; I could feel the anger seeping from him and made a mental note to set an alarm for tomorrow.
Walking into the gym and putting my bag down I noticed a guy lifting weights; handsome features, fiery red hair and pale skin... But quickly brought out of my thoughts by the sound of brocks voice.
"Start with some bag work to warm up. 3 minutes of quick jabs and strikes, 3 minutes of heavy strikes, 3 minutes of freestyle and 30 minutes on the treadmill then we'll start a strength workout" he said before turning and walking over to a weight machine.
Stripping of my hoodie and grabbing my towel, I made my way over to the bags and started on my warm up. After a few minutes I started to imagine Brock face on the bag, letting all my anger out; I was sick of the why he was behaving but something inside my told me not to push him. Quickly finished with my bag work I made my way over to the treadmill, stealing a quick glance at the man lifting weights. On the treadmill, listening to music I could feel my ribs aching at the movement but choosing to carry on through the pain. Then feeling someone's hand on my arm I looked up to see Anthony, Stopping the machine and stepping off; I saw the upset look on his face.
"What's wrong" I asked stepping closer to him.
"It's my dad, he is in hospital" his voice cracking slightly.
"Oh my god, what happened" pulling him down for a hug, sensing his need for comfort?
"He was attacked, I don't know why someone would attack an old man it just doesn't make sense" he choked out trying to keep himself from crying.
"Come on" walking him towards the door.
"Where are you going, we're not finished" brocks voice booming across the gym.
I turned walking straight up to him and looking him in the eye, Anthony was family and when it came to family nothing and no one would stop me being there for them.
"Anthony's dad was attacked and he is upset, so I'm taking him back upstairs to find out how bad it is" the determination in my voice let him know that I wasn't backing down.
"Fine but you will do the workout later" he spat before turning back to the machines.
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Twenty minutes later in Anthony's room I was pacing while he spoke into the phone, the bits of information I was able to gather was that he dad wasn't doing well. Watching him end the call, sinking down on the end of the bed face buried in his hands; moving across the room I knelt down in front of him. Gently taking his hands, he looked at me before he pulled me into a hug; burying his face in the crook of my neck.
"I have to go home" pulling me back, I could see the tears in his eyes.
"Of course you do, look let me speak to Brock and Paul" squeezing his hands before getting up from the floor.
Walking out of Anthony's room I made my way back to the gym, I felt guilty at I was happy at the prospect of going home when Anthony's dad was in hospital. Pushing those thoughts away as I entered the gym, I could see that there was more people occupying machines now but quickly finding Brock I walked up to him.
"Can I speak to you in private please" keeping my eyes on the floor, trying to think of how to ask him.
Without answering me, Brock took my arm and started towards the exit and once through the door we moved to a corner near a vending machine.
"We need to go home." I blurted out "Anthony's family really needs him" finally looking up into his face, silently pleading with him to have a heart.
For a few minutes he seem to be considering it but that knot in my stomach returned, as a devious smirk found his lips.
"Anthony can go home" the smirk becoming bigger "but you will stay and train" a cold look forming on his face.
"What?" I gasped in disbelief
Pinning me against the wall, he leaned in and I felt his mouth graze my ear; I began trembling with fear.
"We both know you care for him to much to stop him from being with his father so you stay and he can go" he said his hands gripping my hips to hold me against the wall.
After what seemed like an hour but in reality was a few seconds I nodded my head, knowing that I couldn't hurt Anthony by telling him he couldn't go. Removing his hands from me, he stepped back pulling out his phone; hearing him tell Paul to make arrangements for Anthony to go home his eyes never leaving mine.
"It's done" he growled before turning on his heels and heading back into the gym.
Rushing back through the lobby, I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I pushed the door to the stairs open. Leaning back against the wall, feeling the cold concrete; I slid down to the floor bringing my knees up to my chest before sobbing uncontrollably.
Not noticing the man, who was coming down the stairs from the floor above?
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