Post by Kayla Richards on May 22, 2017 20:40:25 GMT -5
8 Months Ago
The sweat poured down my face, the black and white bandana around my head soaking up only some of the sweat from my hair. I let out small grunts as I push my body to its breaking point. Each crunch making me feel that burn. My stomach tenses and knots, my feet and ankles grip the bar. I hear the door open but it doesn’t even register. My mind is too focused as the music blares throughout Renee and Ambers home gym that they have allowed me to use.
“Kay?” I snap out of it and stop laying flat as Amber folds her arms, giving me that overly motherly stare. “You know that stare only works on Emma?....”
Amber groans and rolls her eyes shaking her head but unfolding her arms. Her eye still bruised and purple. She still favored one side as she stood over me, I spun around on the bench and sat straight. “So, what do I owe this glaring look of concern and frustration?” Amber scoffed and took a step back. “I’m just a little worried. You’ve been in here for 4 hours….”
I laugh and shake my head, my body sore, and aching. I get to my feet and groan as all my muscles spark with pain. “I’m just working out….that’s all.” Amber raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing me. “I get it, you’re trying to forget.” I step away and turn my back heading towards the light weight. I pick one up but before I can start Amber grabs my hand and slams the weight back on the rack.
“Stop!....you’re doing more damage than good!...” I sigh and try and pull the weight again, and again Amber stops me. “You can’t forget her by destroying yourself like this. You need to rest you need to st-“ I put my hand up and turn to her slowly.
“This isn’t about working out to forget her.” I stand up and smirk folding my arms. “I’m going to be better than her. I’m going to prove that she was always second best to me.….” I growl the words and smile in a way that makes Amber uncomfortable. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone….”
I turn away and swallow hard letting out a deep breath after. “If only that was true…”
Later that night
“A shot of white rum, no ice…”
It got poured in front of me, I downed the drink fast, the warm sweetness making it’s way down the back of my throat, I give the fat old man behind the bar a nod for another, he all too happily obliges this time not charging me. Places like this love girls to drink here, brings in the clients they want….
“I’ll have the same.” I hear a sweet female voice from my left, I turn to see a tall blonde. Camo pants tight at the top and flared at the bottom with a black and white baseball style Harley Davidson shirt. Her arms covered in tattoos with a Marilyn piercing. She smiled at me looking me up and down before noticing the look on my face. “Why the frown girly?...”
I scoff and sigh deeply before taking my next shot. “Well, women issues.” She chuckled and gave me a nod. “Oh I know all about them darl….” She takes her drink and turns to me motioning for another two paying for them both. “Here, have one on me…name’s Porche’……” I laugh and shake my head. “You mean like the car” “Yes….like the car…but spelled different...my Dad named me….” I shrug and take the drink.
“Mine’s Kayla…..” She smiles sweetly at me grabbing another round of drinks. “Nice to meet you….so…women issues huh?” I spurt out a laugh and sigh “Yep, girl done me wrong….” I put on a fake southern American accent channeling my inner redneck away from my regular one that people seem to think is “so cute” Porche laughs at me. “Well I’m sorry, I know that pain…just got dropped by a girl who went back to her husband…”changed her orientation” she said….”
I gave her a nod and showed some sympathy through my face. She smiled back at me and looked me up and down. “You know I’d never do you wrong….especially not with an ass like that….” I blushed and looked away, maybe I was just on the rebound, but who cares. I turned back and, Eliza?.....She was there, staring at me with a grin, my face went white. “What’s wrong?....”
I closed my eyes and took another drink, my head getting tipsy. I looked back and it was Porche again. I sighed in relief and smiled back “Nothing…..” She slid her hand over mine and licked her bottom lip before biting it. “How about you walk me back to my place and come in for a few drinks there.” I smile and shake my head, the vision of Eliza still there.
“I’m, sorry but I have a flight in the morning, I better get home to sleep….nice meeting you Porche.” Her face drops and she gives me an understanding but rejected nod. As I make my way through the crowd of people drinking and having fun I turn back to her. And again Porche is nowhere to be found…Eliza is…and my heart sinks as tears stream down my face.
I still love her, and I fucking hate it….
