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.

my muscles. Sweat pours down my face, stinging my eyes. The weights

Jericho is a heartless bastard

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drill sergeant determined

break me.

plastered to my forehead. He meets my gaze,

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pink dumbbells at his head. Barely. Instead, I force myself to continue, each lift sending fresh shockwaves of agony

are on fire, trembling uncontrollably. I’m pretty sure this is what dying feels like. But I won’t give Jericho the satisfaction of

if it kills

You got this!” Lisa calls out from somewhere to my left, her voice strained

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

cling to her words like

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her support. We’re in this together, suffering under Jericho’s tyrannical rule. United in our

do this. For myself, for Lisa, and maybe just a little

Jericho.

determination I possess, pushing through the pain, the exhaustion, the overwhelming desire to collapse on the ground

battle, a war waged against my own limitations. But I keep going, fueled by sheer stubbornness and

Jericho break me.

it around the track. I have no idea how long it’s been. I’m basically

over my shaking arms. I’m panting, my heart racing, my entire body

the Westwood wolves go through this

even close” Jericho scoffs, answering mv

a single Westwood wolf is born as weak as you are

I’d protest his cruel words.

don’t have

said, I’m basically dead

struggling through her own exercises, pipes up. It’s amazing how she still has the energy to talk. after everything. “Hey, this isn’t fair! You’re putting me through

mean, I’m basically human

us to hear. “Please. These are conditions for a human