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The last few days I’ve found it impossible to get rid of thoughts of Emma Tucker. Ever since that dinner with her, I can’t stop remembering what my family did to her and her mother. How I remember the day we were ripped apart from each other. How I tried to fight so hard against my mother, and how I failed miserably. How Mother had all the power then. How I swore to myself then that I would get out of Crystal River and the influence of my parents the first chance I could. And, yet, it seems like my motherstillhas authority over me, even now. Even here. Even when I am so far away from Crystal River and the mansion.
She still wants to dominate my life.
“Well done, doctor.”
The owner of the gym – and the main boxing instructor in here – appears by the side of the ring, clapping.
“Thanks, David,” I reply to the man.
“He can really pack a punch,” Zach says, pointing at me.
I shrug.
“I guess I was really in the mood for it today,” I reply.
“Really good to see,” David says.
I nod in reply.
“Thanks.”
“I’m being serious, you should consider a semi-pro match sometime,” David tells me. “You could be something.”
I shake my head.
“Can’t get involved with the boxing world. Too busy saving lives, David.”
I duck under the ropes to head to my bag and the locker room.
“How about saving lives through some good old-fashioned entertainment,” David calls after me.
I simply laugh and wave him away.
Picking up my water bottle next to my gym bag, I spot a new message notification on my phone.
Speak of the devil...
I’ve heard through the grapevine that the date with Octavia went well.
Mother.
I quickly type back my reply.
I’ve got no time for this.
And she replies instantly. She’s been waiting for this moment. She’s been waiting to stick the knife in.
One more date with her? She is very keen. This could really go somewhere.
I can’t see that happening.
But the response to you two has been better than our social media analysts at the company were expecting. Could be a real power couple in the city.
Not. Happening.
Well, it is. I’ve already organized a date with the girl. You should be thanking me, August.
I roll my eyes and throw my phone back into the gym bag. I don’t want to continue this, but I have a sinking feeling that I have no say in the matter. Mother always – somehow - gets her way.
