Tangled

105 Ava: Training (II)

Halfway around the track, Jericho pops up again.

There’s never been a person I’ve love–hated as much as him, and I have a fucked up family that inspires all kinds of hate to go with the love a family shares.

“What,” I grunt as I lunge forward, stretching my legs and dipping down with my wildly weak arms. They’re beyond trembling. They’re like jello, and I can barely raise the dumbbells from my sides.

But I don’t stop.

“Straighten your back,” Jericho growls, eyeing my pose critically. “Keep your core tight.”

I adjust my stance, trying to maintain balance as my leg muscles quiver. Jericho grunts, apparently finding my form acceptable, before shoving something at me.

“Here. Two pound dumbbells. Never had to start someone so low before.”

I glance down at the weights, surprised to see they’re a cute, bright pink color. They look pristine, like they’ve never been touched.

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“Did you have someone buy these for me?” The question slips out before I can stop myself.

Jericho’s eyes narrow. “None of your business,” he barks, turning on his heel and storming off towards Lisa, who’s struggling through her own set of lunges.

I can’t help but giggle–in my head, because I have no breath to spare–as I continue the exercise, the small weights clutched in my hands. Despite Jericho’s gruff demeanor, the fact that he went out of his way to get these for me sends a unexpected wave of warmth through my chest.

It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. Beneath his tough exterior, maybe Jericho isn’t quite as cold as he

seems.

“Lift those arms higher, Grey! You think this is a game?” Jericho’s voice cuts through my momentary warmth like a knife.

Sweat pours down my face, stinging my eyes. The

it back. Jericho is a heartless bastard

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A sadistic, merciless drill sergeant

break me.

at him through the strands of hair plastered to my forehead. He meets my gaze, unflinching, a smirk playing at the

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throw one of these pretty pink dumbbells at his head. Barely. Instead, I force myself to continue, each

pretty sure this is what dying feels like. But I

if it kills

Ava! You got this!” Lisa calls out from somewhere

course, Jericho yells at her, too. Poor Lisa. She’s struggling

her words like

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this together, suffering under Jericho’s tyrannical

do this. I have to do this. For myself, for Lisa, and maybe just a little bit

Jericho.

exhaustion, the overwhelming desire to collapse on the ground and never move again.

waged against my own limitations. But I

Jericho break me.

I have no idea how long it’s been. I’m basically dead now.

the weights to the ground, I lose all control over my shaking arms. I’m panting,

Westwood wolves go through this level of

close” Jericho scoffs, answering mv

is born as weak as you are right now.”

energy, I’d

don’t have

said, I’m basically

own exercises, pipes up. It’s amazing how she still has the energy to talk. after

I’m basically human

to hear. “Please. These are conditions for a human baby, and yet all you two do is squawk about it.”