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Punch.
Punch.
Kick.
Punch.
Since it's Sunday, I am spending my day in the gang mansion as usual, punching and kicking the s**t out of the punching bag.
"How long have you been here?" Noah, one of the gang member, asked entering the gym, "Boss's looking for you."
I nodded once, letting him know he's acknowledged, but kept hitting the punching bag. It flew in every direction, carrying the force of my blows.
I really needed to lay off some steam. I don't know why but I didn't wake up in a very good mood today.
I sighed recalling my past, the past that still somehow haunts me through worst nightmares.
I am trying my best to forget, but the memories never fail to make their way back.
Flashback
"Hva gjør du når du sitter på sofaen min, Ingen?" I flinched as I heard mom's voice, "Don't you know your place?"
(What are you doing sitting on my couch, Noone?)
"I'm doing homework, Mor," my 6 year old self replie, fear clear in my voice.
"You're not allowed to touch my things," she yelled, "Hvorfor glemmer du alltid stedet ditt?"
(Why do you always forget your place?)
Far joined mor, and in no time pushed me off the couch. I fell ahead, hitting my forehead on the wooden table sitting in front of the couch.
"You're not going school again," Far commanded in a tone which filled me with dread.
I didn't bother saying anything or asking the reason, and ran to my room, a plain white walled room with barely a pillow and a blanket, nothing fancy.
Blood dripped down my forehead. But the agony I felt in my heart was nothing conpared to the pain in my forehead.
I'm not going school again.
Instead of cleaning and patching up the wound, I lied down on my pillow, crying myself to sleep, crying because of the pain, crying because I won't be going school anymore, the only escape from the hell I live in, even if it was for a short duration.
End of flashback.
I recalled the memory but my mind was stuck on one word.
Ingen.
No one.
My parents, or the s**t heads who donated me their genes, never bothered calling me by my name. I still remember mother's Norwegian accent calling me a no one. Her voice still resonates in my ears, leading me to sleepless nights.
I was a no one for them, a mere burden.
I found myself panting and punching hard as I recalled my past.
You need to be strong. Don't let them get to you Mia.
I agreed with my subconscious. I am not letting anyone scare me now.
"You alright, Diva?" Noah asked, "Is something bothering you?"
I stopped punching and turned towards him.
"Why are you still here?" I eyed his 5'9 height, his blonde hair a mess as usual.
He shrugged and grinned, "It was entertaining, watching you let it all out. I hope the punching bag is not that hurt."
Seriously?
I retorted while rolling my eyes, "It's bleeding to death. Save it. By the way, don't you have something else to do?"
"Na," he shook his head, "I came here to tell you that Boss was expecting you in 15 minutes, but you zoned out on me."
I zoned out? s**t.
I nodded again, "Where is he?"
"In his office," Noah replied and left me with my not so upright thoughts.
I took my gloves off, picking up the bottle to drink the cool water.
It calmed my burning throat and my chaotic mind.
I snatched my sweatshirt from the floor and pulled it on. Exiting the gym, I went to see the Boss.
Walking through the corridors of the mansion, I glanced around. It's been two years but these corridors never fail to make an impression. The light grey walls with a bunch of colorful abstract paintings hanging erect.
I am not a very big fan of colors, but these paintings are next level.
Going upstairs to the 2nd floor, I knocked on second room on the left.
"Come in," I heard Boss's voice from across the door.
Turning the knob, I opened the door and went in.
"Yeah?" I asked walking towards him. He sat on his office chair behind a black customized wooden table.
"I have a task for you Diva," Boss said.
"And what is it?" I queried.
"I want you to accompany Noah and Ben to the drug mafia tomorrow," He commanded.
All of a sudden?
I nodded, "Anything I need to know?"
"They sold cheap material in high price last time. I want you to check the stuff before buying, Diva,"
"Sure," I replied.
"You know what to do if the stuff isn't good," Boss said leaning on the table.
"Yeah," I smirked and head out of his office.
Someone's dying tomorrow, I smirked.
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