CHAPTER 7
APRIL 27, 2007
Punch. Punch. Side-kick. Front kick. Back kick. Punch. Punch.
The young woman struggled with every punch. Her legs wobbled in between each kick. Her exhaustion got to her. She had not been sleeping for the past couple of nights, but she kept going. She had to keep going. Alexandra wanted to prove to her father she was no longer in need of a bodyguard. She was so sick of someone watching over her like she was a child.
"If you keep going, you're gonna go into cardiac arrest," a male voice spoke out from behind her. She stopped her sparring with the punching bag and turned around. Rumlow looked back at her with concern. "You alright, kid? You don't look so hot," he smirked at her and looked her up and down. "No, I'm wrong. You still look hot." Alexandra rolled her eyes and turned back to continue her sparring. Rumlow watched her breast bounce from each punch she threw. Her rear end wasn't as impressive as her top half, but her wide hips and tiny waist made up for it. He licked his lips and climbed into the ring. "You know, I could teach you a couple of moves."
"Back. Off. Grandpa." She said in between each breath. As she went to side kick the punching bag, Rumlow grabbed it and pulled it away in the opposite direction of her kick. She twirled around from the momentum and lost her footing which caused her to fall on her side. "Dude, what the fuck?" She hollered at Rumlow.
The smirk on Rumlow's face faltered and everyone in the gym stopped what they were doing to watch. Rumlow didn't seem to notice. "Like I said kid, you keep going and you're gonna kill yourself."
Alexandra stood up, full of rage. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my father."
He stared down at her chest and licked his lips. "You seem tense Lex." She cringed at his nickname for her. "You need like a nice, long bubble bath. I can join you, if you want."
Her fist collided with his face before he had the time to react. His body wobbled a few steps back. A few guys cheered, some laughed, but most were just as surprised as Rumlow. He wiped a small amount of blood from the side of his mouth and looked up at the teenage girl who smirked at him. His jaw tightened. He said nothing, just nodded his head before he walked away.
She grabbed her water bottle from the corner of the ring and climbed her way out.
"You go, girl!" Someone called out from the crowd.
She couldn't stop the smirk escaping her lips as she walked into the women's locker room.