Nothing special, except you by Celia Hayes

Author:Celia Hayes [Hayes, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-11T06:00:00+00:00

Christopher Dunn

I’d never set foot in a gym again, but that morning I needed to unwind, so I put on a pair of jeans and a hoodie and I took a walk around my old suburb. A lot of things had changed around there in four years, but Joe’s was still there. It was like I remembered it. A concrete basement with exposed pillars, the ring, the smell of sweat, those dirty faces staring at you from the benches.

It had already been open a while when I parked the bike in the yard. It was free to get in if you wanted to watch, fifty dollars to train, a hundred for a two-hour professional class.

I paid twenty dollars at the till, I just wanted to give the bag a few hard punches.

«What about Joe?»

«He’s not here».

The girl at reception jotted me down on her register.

«Name?,» she was chewing her gum with her mouth open.

«John Smith,» I told her, handing her a banknote.

She didn’t ask for ID. She took the money and pointed at the inside.

«Wait for your turn. Shower is two dollars. Here’s a locker key, the changing rooms are past the coffee machine». Her nails were painted, her clothes shapeless, and she wasn’t great at her job, but I only wanted a place to be alone and two hours to calm down. I was ok with her too.

«All right».

I slung the bag I’d brought with me over my shoulder and went over to get changed.

Some people were throwing punches in the ring, the receptionist was answering a call here and there, but that was a quiet morning and, if things were still like I remembered them, there wouldn’t be a crowd till six in the evening.

I took advantage of it to train without being noticed. Just the time to slip into a tracksuit and I was already there, gloves on, flexing my legs. I went heavy on my jags, extending my arm and lounging forward to hit the bag. I didn’t even stop to catch my breath, my head pounded from how angry I was.

I held the city in my hand, except for that pair of golden eyes. But the only person escaping my grasp was also the only one I wanted, so when I threw a punch it was myself I was aiming for, myself I was angry at. Because I should have forgotten that woman, and instead I kept chasing after her. That’s why I never spared myself, I had promised myself I would only stop when I stopped seeing her every time I closed my eyes.

Two hours later, I couldn’t feel my arms anymore, but at least I’d stopped thinking.

I ran a towel over my face and went back to the changing room to take a shower. I found someone waiting for me.

Liza. I’d fucked her a couple times, we had a thing of sorts going before I chose to go away. Then it had ended. I’d left her with her troubles and I’d gone. Hey, I never said I was a saint, and she’d asked for it anyway.

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