Chapter hundred and twenty eight

Dallas

I flung my sword, slashing the dummy's midsection. I pulled back then spun around before taking another strike at its shoulder. I increased my pace, alternating between spinning and slicing the dummy.

Soon, there was no place left on it to take another strike. I groaned in frustration and dropped my sword on the floor. The sound of it falling echoed through the empty gym.

It's been a week since my meeting with Ron. I've woken up every single day since then with an unexplainable rage.

I've done everything to make the anger go away, but I couldn't make it. I get on the piste and train, using wooden dummies as my opponents. I run on the treadmill. Exercise till my body aches. I've done so many adrenaline activities but the anger persisted. I kept hearing his voice in my head.

I was born as a result of an affair and he wanted to get rid of me.

Those stupid words have etched themselves so deeply into my memory that I can't forget them no matter how hard I tried.

He never wanted me. Just like everyone else, my own father never wanted me. I was his mistake. I shouldn't have existed and everyone knew that.

I lifted my hand and rammed my fist into the dummy. The blow was hard enough to send the wood splattering on the floor. I barely felt the punch. But it wasn't enough. I needed to purge this anger out.

“Wow, you really messed up the place.”

The sound of his voice was like draping a cold blanket over my raging heart. My anger cooled down a bit as I turned towards him.

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips at the sight of him. Gods, he was so handsome. And he was mine.

“You shouldn't come down here. Your leg is still healing.”

His leg had gotten better for the past week. He no longer used crutches. There was only a slight limp which he tries to hide as best as he could.

“I'm right where I should be.” He smiled.

We stared into each other's eyes for a few aseconds before I looked away.

“Now, is there a reason for this mess or did you miss me so much that you've become sexually frustrated?” He arched an eyebrow.

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips.We haven't had sex since we got back together because of his injury.

“Good thing you know me so well.” I smirked.

“Oh, little monkey. You should have said something. You know I'm always eager to please my Monkey.”

I laughed as I heard the nickname, my earlier frustration forgotten.

“I'll never get tired of hearing that sound.” He sighed.

“Which one? My laugh or the other sound?” I arched an eyebrow and smirked.

He strolled towards me and wrapped his arms around me.
“I love all the sound you make, baby.” He placed a kiss atop my head.

I snuggled closer towards him, breathing in his scent. It dulled my fiery rage to an ember.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered into my ear. I let out a sigh as his breath caressed my ear.

I hadn't told Oliver what Ron told me. He only knew I met up with him. I couldn't bring myself to repeat anything he told me.

The thought of it was torturing enough, I couldn't imagine what actually saying it would be like. I knew I had to tell him someday. But maybe not today.

So I shook my head and mumbled a ‘no’.

“Alright. I'll be here when you're ready to talk.” He said and hugged me tighter to himself.

We stayed like that for so long, neither of us willing to pull away.

“I can help you work that frustration out of your system.” He said calmly.

I chuckled and pulled away.
“As enticing as that sounds, I'm too sweaty to have sex right now. I need to go shower.”

“Who said anything about having sex?” He smirked.

My brows furrowed in confusion. He pulled away and strolled to where the swords were kept. He grabbed a sabre and trudged towards me.

“What do you say, Martha? For old times sake?”

“Seriously, you've got to let that go. It's been almost a year.” I snorted, the memory of when I lied to him about my identity so I could get into Regina's birthday party, flashed across my mind.

That felt like a lifetime ago when it wasn't even up to a year.

“And no, I'm not training with you. Your leg is still hurt.”

“My leg is fine. You're the one that's hurting. You can shut me out all you want but I'm not going to let you bottle up your anger and hurt yourself. You either talk to me or train.” he said, his expression turned serious.

I sighed.
“Fine, but I'm not fighting you without your gear. Go suit up.”

He shrugged and disappeared. Few minutes later, he returned fully dressed.

We took our positions and began fighting. I tried to go easy on him because of his injury, but he was coming off really strong.

Okay then. Kids gloves off.

I switched to offensive, swinging my sword aggressively. It was really nice to train with someone who fights back. Oliver met all of my strikes with a stronger one of his own.

Memories of my conversation with Ron at the restaurant filtered into my brain against my will. My strikes became faster and I moved quickly, barely feeling my feet on the ground. I didn't feel anything. Oliver was right, this is exactly what I needed.

We continued for what seem like hours before I felt Oliver slowing.

“Okay, we're done.” I said and dropped my sword. I peeled off my mask and tossed it away.

“No, we're not.” Oliver responded, removing his mask too.

“We are! I got everything out. I'm not fighting you anymore!” I yelled.

I didn't mean for my words to come out as loud as they did, but I was so frustrated and tired.

Oliver didn't say anything. He simply dropped his sword and walked towards me. I slumped to the floor but he caught me before I could fully hit the ground.

We sat there for a while, simply breathing in each other's scent.

“He didn't want me.” I said in an almost whisper.

As soon as those words left my mouth, a lump formed in my throat. Those are the words I've tried denying since the day I walked out of that restaurant, but they were the truth.

“He asked her to get rid of me. I was a mistake. He never wanted me.” I tried to swallow past the lump but I couldn't.

I told him everything Ron said that day, the start of Kang Chemicals, how he had an affair with my mum and got her pregnant, how he gave her money to get rid of it but she refused and gave birth to me, and how he finally left and went back to Korea.

As soon as I finished my narration, the dam finally broke. My chest tightened painfully as I sobbed. All the emotions I had bottled up since the last week poured out in waves of tears.

Oliver didn't say anything. He simply held me as I cried my eyes out.

After what seems like eternity, the tears finally stopped. I laid limp in his eyes exhausted from crying and all the exercises I'd done in the past week.

“No one wants me.” I whispered as I felt my eyelids close on their own accord. I was too tired to keep them open.

“I'll always want you.” I heard him say before the darkness swallowed me whole.