“Can you explain again why we’re here?” Nicole tossed her clothes on her bag as she passed it, stopping in front of Mitch. Nicole came out of the bathroom in sweats and a t-shirt, her long blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail. “What the hell are you stopping for? Get your asses’ moving.” he yelled sending everyone stumbling over each other. “Son of a bitch.” Mitch cursed then turned toward the workout area. I caught him in the act of draining the poor kid. Mullins has an addiction that his new foster child is supplying. Grabbing her sweats and t-shirt out of her bag she headed toward what looked like a bathroom. Most of the time, in her case, he was ready to do just that.
He was a huge man with a permanent scowl as if he was ready to bite your head off any second. “Stop being a smart ass and tell me what happened?” Mitchell stomped toward her. “I could ask you the same thing boss” Throwing her bag down she felt everyone’s eyes on her. “Good God Callahan, what happened to your face?” Mitchell Reed yelled as she blew into the room. With a deep breath she pushed open the door. Glancing around the parking lot quickly, it looked like she was the last to arrive. Grabbing her bag out of the backseat, she climbed out and trotted toward the door. Oh well, it wasn’t the first black eye she’d ever had and it probably won't be the last. Her eye was already turning a lovely shade of black. Peering into the review mirror she groaned.
Man, she hated to be late and because her face got in the way of someone’s fist she was really running late. Nicole Callahan’s piece of crap on wheels slid sideways into the wet parking lot, the muffler clanged loudly as she slammed her brakes to stop in front of the old warehouse. I cannot put into words the gratitude I have for each and every one of you for helping me along this road.my journey.my dream. You will never know exactly what you have done for me. So to, in no specific order, Ron, Cody, Emma aka Gran, Kelly, Marlene and Beth thank you for putting up with me. I would like to thank everyone who has helped me on my journey to fulfill my dream. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance between the characters and persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The right of Teresa Gabelman to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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