knight in shining armour || mattio
Oct 12, 2015 14:15:55 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Oct 12, 2015 14:15:55 GMT -5
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Lochiel O'Dea
Spitting out the sweat which trailed down into my mouth, I’d fight the aching muscles taking over my body. Just fifteen more seconds.Stretched out balancing on my arms and toes, I’ve been in this position for thirty second, a plank exercise. Supposedly it is meant to strengthen my core muscles but in my opinion, it just sends pain through my body.Three…two…one Dropping my arms, I’d land flat on the ground in a starfish position. Relief circulates my body, as the tense muscles are allowed to rest.Finally, that is over with.
Pushing myself off the floor, I’d wipe away the dust on my grey trousers. Looking around the centre, I’d decide to call it a day. I’ve been here for five hours; I think my body has had enough. Pushing open the doors, I’d head to the locker rooms, planning on having a shower.
Slipping away my clothes, I’d head to a shower cubical, with just a towel wrapped around my lower half. When I first started at the centre, I was always embarrassed to be half naked in front of all these praying eyes. My father forced me to strip down my top half and let the world see my chest. He says it helps me to become a girl magnet…but who says I want to be attracting girls?
Switching on the shower, I’d battle the temperature. Adjusting the dial, I’d finally beat it, finding the mid warmth that I enjoy. Allowing the hot water to sooth my back muscles, I’d escape into my thoughts. How would I ever tell him about what I like? I know he would likely disown me if he found out but would Genoa stick by me? I’ve always wanted to be like my sister. Such a confident, bubbly, intelligent girl; all the opposite to me. Genoa is the most talented out of us both but my father doesn’t see that. He just wants to push me; I’ve been pushed to the edge already. I’m already over the cliff face, holding on by one hand. I’ve gotten to my limit and he can’t see that. He is blind to us both.
Building up bubbles with a bar of soap, I’d rub the bar around my torso as it leaves the streaky white marks behind. Rinsing away the soap, I’d allow the pressure of the water to tackle any knots on my back. Despite it doing nothing to help, it still sends a pleasurable feeling in my body, a placebo effect to my aching muscles.
Exiting the shower, I’d sprint to my locker, the towel shielding my private parts. Drying away my wet limbs, I’d quickly swap the towel for my day clothes. Stuffing my training outfit into the duffle bag, I’d swing it over my shoulder, heading out of the changing room. Finally, my body is free from today’s hard work. Fortunately I have the whole afternoon to myself but I have yet to plan how I spend it. Maybe I’ll take a walk or browse the shops for any desirable goods.
Heading out of the centre, I’d follow an unplanned route to the stores; maybe I’ll take a scenic route just to kill the time.
For years I’ve hidden it from him, Genoa knows and being her usual self, she says just to tell him. Tell him and be thrown out of the house. Although she tells me that she will stick by me, if worse comes to worse. Despite holding a great hatred towards my father, a hint of me still loves him. And I don’t want to be the one who causes me and Genoa to just be thrown on the street, where would we even go?
Voices circulate the air, as it seems it is a busy time of the day in the District. It’s exciting seeing all the busy people as people watching has become one of my pass times. Catching my eye in the distance; two males. One seems to be struggling due to the other. Walking closer to the pair, I’d investigate, determined to split it up if there is a scuffle.
Dragging away the larger one by the collar of his shirt, I’d send a fist into his cheek. I’d have quickly identified to guy to be a threat to the other. A shock of pain runs through my hand. Damn it Lockie, you should’ve curled your fist tighter. Yelling at the guy, the shock of the punch sends him running away. I’d feel somewhat accomplished, I just hit a guy. Despite throwing such a weak punch, I saved someone. Turning to the victim, a smile would ascend on my face. ”I hope he didn’t hurt you?”