Thinking about last night made me so happy, but the thought of Derek just made me want to punch something. Obviously that's my first instinct for everything, but I had so much anger in me because of him. "Morning." I jumped a little realizing that Harry was still sleeping next to me. I had a hard time sleeping, because of all the stupid thoughts running through my head.
"Morning." I whispered, as if I had just woke up. He pulled me closer to him and kissed the back of my head. I rested my head closer to his chest and closed my eyes. "I'm going to go see my father." I grabbed Harry's hand and removed it from my waist. "Are you going to come with me?" He groaned.
"Why can't we just stay in bed all day?" He grabbed a pillow and pulled it over his face.
"That's something you don't hear from a profesional boxer." I smiled, I could always remember the things he said that made me mad. So I liked to use them to mock him. I thought it was kinda funny. Harry threw a pillow at me while I was looking for my clothes. "Stop, I'm not going to fight with you right now I need to get going."
"Ugh you're no fun." I threw the pillow back at him, and grabbed some clothes. I was kind of in a hurry to get going, so I just got dressed infront of Harry. I guess I was wearing undies and a bra, so I don't see the big deal. But I swear I could feel his eyes burning on me, watching me while I was changing. I didn't say anything though, because I'd probably get really embarrassed.
I threw my hair up into a small bun, it was barely long enough for one. "Okay I'll be back later." I ran over to the bed and pecked Harry's lips. "Don't over work yourself today, I don't want to take care of you again."
"But I liked it when you took care of me."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a pillow. "Shut it Curly." I threw the pillow at his face and walked out the door. I took my moms van to the hospital, because it was the only car that we really had. We have my dads truck, but its old.
Once I got to the hospital, I signed in at the front desk and went back to my fathers room. When I walked inside, his bed sheets were folded nicely, and the machines were being taken down and cleaned. "Excuse me, where is-."
"Kami." I turned around to hear a raspy voice. My father had a walker, and he was leaning almost all his body weight on it. He was fully dressed in his own clothes, and his body was shaking.
"What are you doing?!" He looked down at the ground and looked back up at me.
"I don't want to stay here, I want to go home and be with my family." I felt tears form in my eyes, so now he was giving up. He had taught me to never give up in a boxing match and I never did. I fought till my body gave out on me, but he was just going to give up like that?!
"You can't do that, you have to stay here and get better." I grabbed his hand as if to pull him but he winced in pain. I let go, and looked at his wrist. Bruises had formed all up his arms. "What is that?"
"It just comes naturally to the week." He gave a slight smile. "But my time is done here Kami, I need to go home and live the rest of my life." His smile faded, and I could feel a churn in my stomach. My knees were shaking, and my breathing was heavy. My mind came to the last fight, I fought for my father.
"Come on Kami, don't end this now, if you give up right here, right now there's no way you'll be stronger than him!" I could hear my dad shouting from the crowds. I shook my head trying to get the pain out of my head. My opponent went for a hit, but I dodged it. I took the chance to strike her in the ribs.
"There ya go Kami, do that again!" I could feel the blood pumping through me, as if a lot of energy was coming back to me. I tried to breath, but my mouth guard was making it kind of difficult. My opponent went for another strike, but this time I ducked. Instead of standing back up though, I took a punch from the bottom striking her in the jaw.
She cried in pain and fell to the floor. I stayed on my knees, exhausted and dizzy. The ref grabbed my wrist putting it in the air, declaring my win. But alls I could hear was the screaming of the crowd, and a proud, crying father.
I shook the thought from my head, I hated how he was giving up. I knew I wouldn't be able to change his mind, he's a determined person. He's also my coach and father, which gives me no power over him. "Have you told mom yet?" He shook his head no. I put my hand gently on his shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you home." He smiled and we walked out to the car.
On the way home the song "Let it go." came on radio.
"Have you seen the movie to this song?" I shook my head no, but it had come on the radio a few times. "It's a good movie." I nodded, but I was trying to concentrate on the road. My eyes were blurry from my tears, and anger was filling up inside of me. I'm really not in the condition to drive, but not like my father is any better.
I wiped my eyes so I could see clearly. Once I got home, I helped my dad out of the van. "Are you insane?!" I turned to see my mother. "Get back in that car Rodger, you need to be at the hospital!" She was running towards us angry, but I stepped in between my father and mother.
"You know exactly why he's here, and I'm not gonna let you take him back." My mother looked at me angrily, but I knew why. I was thinking all the same things she was. But this is what he wanted, so I wasn't going to stop him. "He's staying here." I put my dads arm around my shoulder and helped him inside. He sat down on the couch and picked up the TV remote.
I walked up to my bedroom to see Harry still in bed. "You're back already?" I walked into the room and picked up my boxing stuff. I nodded slightly, not really in for talking. "What's wrong?" I ignored him and began wrapping my hands. I felt hands slip around my waist, and my back stiffened. "Kami, you can talk about it with me if you want." His breath was on my neck, and it was making me really emotional for some reason.
I took a deep breath, but decided I still wasn't ready to talk. I grabbed my boxing gloves, and pushed Harry away from me. I went downstairs to the basement and immediately began working out. It was the one thing that took all the stress and emotions away.
I grabbed a jump rope, and started off with that. Then I lifted weights for a while. Once my shoulders got tired of that, I stared punching with the heavy bag.
The chains on the ceilings were shaking back and forth, as if they would give out at any second. I kept picturing peoples faces on the bag, punching them continuously. When I saw my fathers face on the bag, I immediately stopped.
"Okay now I want you to take a swing at me." I was in a comfortable position to take a punch, but I was confused.
"I'm not going to hit you, are you crazy?" I laughed a little and put my hands on my sides.
"Scared to hit an old man?" He joked, while putting a mouth guard in.
"I don't want to hurt you dad." I smiled, but he stood serious.
"Are you underestimating me? If so, that's one mistake on your part. You NEVER under estimate your opponent. Because by doing so, you'll get beat." He put his hands on the side of my head. "Now throw as many punches as you can, as hard as you can." He slapped my shoulder and stepped back a little.
Finally deciding I didn't want to argue, I stood in a punching position again. Right as I went to punch him in the side he blocked it. I went for his face with my other hand, but he blocked it again. I decided to pick up the pace, punching him continuously One punch after the other, as hard as I could.
He continued to block every punch. Eventually I got tired and frustrated I was new to boxing, and I obviously wasn't as good as my dad. "Like I said, don't think you can beat an old man, when you don't know his skills." He laughed proud of himself.
"You know I was thinking about that tournament of yours the other day." I turned around startled, my father was standing at the edge of the steps, holding himself up with the door knob. How did he even get down the stairs? "I was wondering, if there were tickets open to all of your matches still?"
I smiled. "There always is." My smile faded though, it wasn't for a little while still. I don't think he'll make it long enough to see me fight. "I can probably get you a few tickets from Coach Barns." My dad laughed.
"I miss Barns, he was a good brother to me, why didn't he come along with you anyways?"
"He never really said why, but he is the High School Coach for boxing now." My dad nodded. He walked over towards me, looking at my boxing gloves.
"Those are the first pair of boxing gloves I ever gave you, you still haven't gotten new ones yet?"
"They fit well, and their lucky." He raised his eyebrows.
"There's no such think as luck, everything that happens was meant to happen for some reason." He put his hand on the bag, and ran his hand down it. "Maybe I got cancer for a reason that I don't know about." I bit my lip. "Kami, can you promise me something?" I nodded. "I know Harry has had family problems, has he ever talked to you about that?"
"Why would you dream about your sister?" I ate my omelet waiting for Harry's response.
"Maybe because she's dead."
"Yeah, only a little." I took off my boxing gloves, setting them on the ground.
"He may not show it, but he has a lot of anger built up inside of him. I remember my brother telling me everything that he would say at the gym. He's blame himself for everything, and take his anger out on his opponent. I'd say that anger would never get you victory, but for him it does." I was kind of surprised. I had never really seen Harry that angry before. Why hadn't he ever told me about this? I realize that it was hard for him to talk about his sister. But I never knew that he would blame himself for his sisters death.
"I'll talk to him." My father smiled.
"30 push ups." My eyes widened. "I've got a few days left, and I want to spend them as a coach. Now lets get going!" I kind of jumped inside a little. I smiled though and quickly got down on the floor.
After about an hour of working out with my father at my side, I was exhausted I hadn't worked out that much since the last time I had been coached by my dad. "You're out of shape! What kind of coach is Barn Collins! 2 minute wall sits, I'm timing you." I groaned and walked over to the wall. Once he had started, my legs felt as if they were on fire. My whole body felt like it was on fire.
But I missed this feeling, this was one thing I missed about having my dad as a coach. He worked me to my limit, and pushed me. It taught me a lot about not giving up, but my dads pretty big on not giving up on anything. Not even the simplest things.
Once my father had decided he had pushed me enough, he asked me to sit down next to him. I grabbed my water bottle, while he began talking to me. "I've watched a few of your matches on TV, and Barns has recorded some of them and sent them too me." He smiled. "I've been dying to go to another match of yours, you've improved a lot." He looked at me. "You're really out of fit though." He laughed a little, but then coughed. I put my hand on his back until he caught his breath.
Once he had finished, he looked just as tired as me. "Well we'll do this tomorrow." He smiled and patted my back. He was about to stand up, but almost fell over. I quickly wrapped an arm around his back helping him stand up straight. He gave a reassuring smile and I helped him back up the stairs.
"SUPPER!" My mom yelled right as we got upstairs. I helped my dad to the kitchen, and ran upstairs to change. Harry brushed shoulders as he walked past me to go down for supper. I turned around to look at him, but he didn't look back. I sucked in air, and walked back inside my room. I changed quickly and ran down stairs for supper.
I sat down next to Harry, and my mother folded her hands. "I'd like to pray tonight." She said butting in right as I went to go get a scoop of mashed potatoes. I nodded in agreement as she started. "Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for this meal we're about to receive. We ask that you keep the rest of our family safe, and help bring our soldiers home. We also ask that you're here for Rodger, and help heal him back to full health. We thank you for all that you have given us, Amen."
"Dig in!" My father said breaking the silence. I smiled a little and went to grab the spoon of mashed potatoes. I felt my hand brush against Harry as he reached for the spoon as well.
"Go ahead." He said, my face turned red. I felt so awkward around him after what my father told me. I grabbed the spoon and quickly dumped mashed potatoes on my plate.
After supper I went back upstairs and showered. Once I got out, I could hear somebody singing outside the door. I wrapped the towel around my body, and put my ear against the door.
Angel with a Shotgun; The Cab
"Get out your guns, battles begun
Are you a saint or a sinner?
If loves a fight, than I shall die
With my heart on a trigger.
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are al that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting til' the wars won
I don't care of heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?"
I froze as his voice got closer to the door. Suddenly I felt the door open. "Were you listening to me?" My face turned bright red as he realized I was just in a towel. "Sorry, it got quiet, and I thought you were listening to me." He rubbed the back of his neck looking behind me.
"I'm sorry, you're voice caught my attention."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I didn't know you had a sweet side of singing." I laughed a little. "And I like the song." He smiled at me. He pecked my lips quickly then.
"Get dressed." He walked back out then and closed the door. He began singing again, so I leaned close to the door, and brushed through my hair.
"Sometimes to win, you've got to sin
Don't mean I'm not a believer
and major Tom will sing along
Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer.
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be."
"Stop listening Kami." I realized I had stopped brushing my hair.
"Sorry!" I laughed and finished brushing my hair. I quickly got dressed, and rushed out of the bathroom. He was laying on the bed looking at the ceiling. I laid down next to him and he put his arm around me. I snuggled close to his chest, remembering what my father had told me. I needed to talk to him.. and it needed to be now.
A/N: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I'm going to update a lot tonight hopefully. For a while I didn't feel good, so I couldn't come up with ideas. But I got better yesterday, then had no idea what to write about. But I've got some major good at ideas now that I think you all will like! Thank you for keeping up with the feedback while I've been lazy! (Not edited)