Marriage In Trouble

Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit.

Hit!

Hit!

The last punch was too strong that made the punching bag swing so hard. I gasped some air and let myself fall to the ground.

I've never been to the gym for a year already and my body already feels sore just because I spent the whole afternoon punching and doing some heavy workouts. Not minding my afternoon class and the annoying calls from my Lucien and Kaiser.

"You've had enough for today, Nine!" I heard Drake shouted from afar. I look back at him and I saw him standing next to his office door while watching at me with his arms cross.

I help myself to stand and get out of the ring. I take off the cloth that wraps in my hand. This serves as a protection of my hand but as soon as I took off all the wraps out of my hand, I can see how my hand made a mess. My knuckles are bleeding and the bruises don't really look good.

"You're out of control while doing some workouts, Nine. Are you trying to kill yourself?" Drake asked. He's already in front of me and he immediately gets my hand to see how badly injured my hand is. "Your posture, your emotions, your focus are all messed up. Do you even know that if you are not used of this kind of things, you will end up in a hospital? What you did this afternoon is beyond your capacity. To think, you've been in hiatus for a year. What happened to you?" he continued asking like he's my father.

I just shrugged at him and I removed my hand from his grip.

Drake is like a father to me. He is old, but he has a body of a young fighter. He is not that big like The Rock but he can't be easily beaten. He trained me every time I visit Australia and he also trained me when he visited me in the Philippines. It's my first coming back here after a year of hiatus. I never thought I could easily lose my control. I even let my emotions drawn me. That's why everything is all messed up and he's right. I might end up in a hospital if I continued what I'm doing.

However, it feels good to release all the pain and frustration from doing this again. Good thing, my body is used to getting beaten up. My body is used to getting hurt. I can't easily be destroyed but for now, I messed up. So bad.

"Is it because of your husband or him?"

I stood frozen. My mouth went dry and I don't know what to answer.

"You know you can't escape them, right?" Drake asked again. I bit my lower lip and started walking again straight to the locker room.

'I know, Drake. I know I can't escape everything now.'

ONCE I'm done changing, I still can't figure out what to do next. If I'll go back home, or just want to unwind myself for a while. I lean on the wall and think for a while. I have two options actually.

First, I will just give up easily and act like I don't care. Then after a month, I'll just file for a divorce. I should stick to what I promise, that if ever Calyx needs an exit, I'll just give it to him easily.

Last option is that I should fight just like what my heart has been beating.

F.u.c.k. I feel like my problem is the worst of all. Geez!

I went to Drake's office and found him reading a newspaper. He looks up to me and raised his eyebrows.

"You need anything?" he asked. I bit my lower lip. I'm not even sure why I am doing at his office. But I need to get this fix. I need to fix myself. I can't stay being like this.

I sighed and nodded. "Sign me in for the next season's fight."

His forehead creased. Shakes his head and look at me in disbelief. "Are you crazy?"

"Maybe I am." He shakes his head again.

"You can go back again, Nine. The last time you were there, the two of us almost got killed!" His said in frustration. I know what happened before and I know how dangerous it is, but I just don't know what to do in my life. I'm too lost in my own world.

Drake stood up and face me like he is my father, lecturing me of the things that I did wrong.

"You can't just go back there every time you're lost in your life! The best way to fight it is to face your problem! Not going back to the dent of hell!"

"Alright! Alright! I know I am lost, Drake! I am fully aware of that! But can't you see, every time I face my problem, I become so more... lost?" I paused. My c.h.e.s.t is getting heavy. I close my eyes and continue again. "Maybe, being a wife to a Lockhorst is easy as hell. Maybe, I am lucky that he became my husband. Maybe, I don't have rights to complain because I am the luckiest bitch in this world! But guess what? He doesn't love me at all! And my freaking uncle Bryan is still controlling my life! Top of that, my damn brothers doesn't have any idea what is happening in my life and they don't care! They don't f.u.c.k.i.n.g care!..." I wiped out the tears that streaming in my face. This is the worst of all. Admitting the reality. Admitting the f.u.c.k.i.n.g truth. "Drake, I am not Severa Gabrielle Brinth. I wasn't treated as Severa.... I wasn't." I close my eyes and cry like a f.u.c.k.i.n.g child.

Drake envelops me in his arms and hushes me. But my tears keep on falling from my eyes. I never thought I would just burst like this.

"I am not Severa Gabrielle Brinth Trexler. I am not. Because I am Nine. Their f.u.c.k.i.n.g pet! Their f.u.c.k.i.n.g puppet!"