Everything ached. Her legs, her arms, her abs... Just sitting up in bed was painful. With a sigh, she stood up, forcing herself to stretch her sore muscles. She was used to training hard, but never this hard. Perhaps this was pushing it, but it was enough to take the edge off everything else. She heaved a sigh as she remembered the conversation she had with her mother the night before. Her parents were divorced.Divorced!
Despite the deep ache in her muscles, she slipped into her jogging pants and top, throwing a sweatshirt over it. As she tied her sneakers she tried to think of what could've gone wrong. Was it her fault? Had she torn them apart somehow? Her mind wandered far away as she jogged down the pavement, the cool wind hitting her face. She ran until she could feel her heart beating in her throat and then she headed back home. It took her a while to catch her breath, and only then did she burst into tears. She headed back upstairs to her bedroom, pulling her side table drawer open to find the few cigarettes she had hidden there. Biting her lip, she stared at the cigarettes for a moment before slamming the drawer closed. She considered calling Isa to hang out with her, but sh knew Isa was babysitting Eli. She was in no mood to be around her youngest brother, so she quickly got rid of the thought. Instead, she got down onto the floor and started a round of push-ups. She'd simply train until the physical pain far surpassed the emotional turmoil. At least that pain made sense.
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