Chapter Three
‘Faster. You can do it. You’ve got it in you to succeed. Thirty more seconds, starting now.’
Abbey couldn’t sustain breath long enough to reply. Thirty seconds may just as well be an eternity. There was a steel band around her chest, constricting her lungs. Her body drowned in sweat. Her muscles burnt, her limbs were pure lead. Exercise equalled t*****e. It was less than 12 hours since leaving the humiliation of the Makeover Miracle opening night, and she was doing something she’d never intended to do.
The trainers had them up at six in the morning. She’d never experienced that time. Ever. According to the trainers, this was the ultimate time for a pre-breakfast workout. What the hell would happen after breakfast?
Her body was doing things it was not intended to do. Lucy,
