THE ANGER

"Shit!" I curse as Damian helps me plop onto the swivel chair in the bijou office of his gym.


My body is in excruciating, immense pain on my third day of working out. All of my body's veins are facing unprecedented muscle pulls. The worst is with my back; it feels like it's in shambles. Someone has to enlighten me once more as to why I'm even in this cursed gym.

This guy keeps reassuring me that the muscular pulls would stop in a few days. What precisely does a few days mean to him, huh? A week? No, because I'm positive I'll continue to feel absolutely terrible for the next four days. Then, how long? A month? I'd better stick with my figure. I am okay with my body just the way it is, and I love myself just the way I am. I don't know what made me try this sh*t.

Damn!


I'm not even sure why I'm still here. I'm so sick from even the aura of this building. Everything about this damn gym stinks!

"Drink some". Damian offers me a bottle of water, which I annoyably grab.


"Thank you, but what I need is to leave this damn place." I retort in a sneering, irate intonation.

I attempt to lift my frail, wobbling body to my feet but

Oops!

I was oblivious of my vulnerability. I didn't realize just how much my legs were trembling until I found myself wandering in his arms as he nabbed me from tumbling. We pause for a moment of silence, staring at each other like two dumb idiots.

Why does being in his arms feel so good? Why, in the few days that we have been together, do I constantly find myself stumbling in his arms like this? Why does being this close to him feel so sweet?

"You seem to be rather stubborn, huh?" He hums, his hot breath tickling my nostrils.

"No. You are the one who is being obstinate because you keep pushing me into this despite the fact that you know I am not fit," I snap while maintaining my gaze on his.

You know, he's the only one to blame. He continued reassuring me that the aches and pains would pass fast when I wanted to quit on the first day. Clearly, he lied, being that the contrary is truly what is occurring. Today is the worst day of them all, with yesterday's suffering being greater than the day before, and today I am experiencing the compounded pain of the three days. And he has the audacity to tower before me with his annoying height and accuse me of being obstinate?

Come on!

I'm done with this. I've had enough of believing his lies. He can go tutor those model-like, slim bitches who are accustomed to this. After all, I have seen just how they gush over him like dripping honey that they all want to lick. Now they can have him all to themselves, like before.

"I am out of here." I push past him. I don't even have the slightest bit of strength to budge a muscle away from him. It was more of him figuring out my gesture, and he complied with my request. Without saying a word, his powerful arms drop from my grip, and he takes a step back.

"Can you even walk?" He queries.

He makes a very valid point, but right now I find his voice a little annoying. I am not a wimpy b*tch, you see! Neither have I been, nor ever will I be one!

I conjure every ounce of strength left in my body and dare my legs to betray me in a moment of despair such as this. I need to show this jerk that I am strong. I turn my back on him, take the first stride, and give my legs a quick mental "thank you" for sustaining me. I begin to make my way outside without having the fortitude to check anywhere except where my next step will land.

As I limp out of the gym, I can feel the innumerable number of eyes on me. The only activity left is people staring at me. Stupid, ugly, and manner-less creatures! As if they have never seen a limping person. I want to stop and scream at them to resume their useless workouts, but I know better than to put myself in that scandalous position.

I slowly make my way outside of the detestable gym, muttering curses to the innumerable eyes taunting me from behind and swearing never to step foot in this awful place once more. This is the most insane thing I have ever done.

Sigh!

If I thought lugging my pitiful hobbling self out of that awful hall with a hundred eyes taunting my unfitness was humiliating, then this one is pure hell. I only descended the first staircase, and I can't imagine descending the remaining ones, let alone the additional sets that are awaiting ahead. Gosh! What can I do when my bones are begging me to stop abusing them further? Spend the entire day here.

I'm certain that the arseholes back in the hall are currently guffawing at me. For that reason alone, just so my figure can disappear completely out of their irritating sights, I drag myself down a few escalating flights of stairs. By the time I make it halfway down the first set of steps, my entire body is burning. Fantastic! I am out of their sights, but sadly, I am unable to take another stair. At least not just now. I am totally worn out.

To support myself and relax, I lean against the wall by the side of the corridor. The pain and fire in my bones are terrible, and this wall doesn't seem to be doing me any good because I feel like I could tumble to the ground at any moment. Before my quivering legs give up on me, I start to slowly sink to the ground to take a break, but my bum ends up in a strange spot. Not exactly strange, but strangely familiar.

His potent scent fills my airstreams as the aura surrounding me changes abruptly, and my entire being warms up to his perfect timing. Even so, I can't seem to forget that he really is the reason I am going through this torture right now. I don't know what the fuck got into me to concur with all of his wacky ideas, but not any longer. All the same, I don't repudiate his aid. To do so, I would be an idiot.

My hands are wrapped around his neck as he scoops me up bridal style, and I start to calm as he makes his way downstairs, holding me in his arms. As we descend, there are no spoken words other than the whispers coming from the other two downstairs rooms, which I can't help but overhear, but I dare not look at those lazy bones.

He seems to be angry for some strange reasons, or whatever is causing this expression on his face, and I feel like a bomb about to go off. In such a case, silence is the remedy.