Punching the bag with all my strength sweat drips from my forehead.

Breathing with every punch I throw, I concentrate specifically using my angles while punching.

Angles are key, trust me if you don't use angles you'll get caught in sparring all day long.

"Great work," says John.

"Remember keep that left hand up always," he comments watching me.

I nod my head and does as he says.

"Scarlett I have someone in to spar with you and teach you some different skills. He should be here in five minutes or so."

"Cool, that's great," I say, as he leaves and walks around to help other boxers.

It's been about five minutes "Scarlett I'd like you to meet Jaxon white," he says as I turn around and meet eyes with my ex, this is just great.

Fucking Great!

When me and Jaxon we're together he's the one who actually taught me the little tricks to win my fights believe it or not.

He's the one that made me the best.

I gulp "hi," I say trying to be polite as John watches us.

"Hey, Scarlett I believe," he says as if not knowing who I am and holds out his hand for me to shake.

I instead fist bump his open hand. I will not shake his hand.

Plus it's only respectful as he's dating my best friend.

"So let's get started, put your sparring gear on," he says and walks away to get ready.

Shoving my gum Shield in my mouth and sliding my head guard on, I hop in the ring standing in the opposite corner as Jaxon.

The bell rings signalling the first three minute round.

We tap gloves and straight away I throw a jab that he swiftly dodges.

He jabs me but I slip before it could catch me and I throw back a straight left and a right hand which catches him square in his face.

I notice this makes him angry, he double jabs catching me but he adds more power to it. And keep in mind he's bigger than me and weighs 70kg and I weigh only 48kg, that's a big weight difference.

I throw continuous punches to his face and switch to his body only a few of them connect as he keeps his guard up well.

The bell rings.

One minute breather goes by and the bell rings for round two.

He throws a fast combination but me being so small I roll under his punches without getting caught.

Once again I roll but get caught with a powerful right hand uppercut.

I feel liquid dripping from my nose and I notice a smirk plasters on Jaxon's face. The mother fucker made my nose bleed.

I charge at him and throw continuous punches at him as some of them land nicely to his body. He holds onto me to stop me from punching, putting his weight on me and holding my arms so I can't move which makes me frustrated as I try to pull away from his hold.

He doesn't let go so instead I try to head but him but only reaching his chest, I hit my head against him in hope of him releasing me.

The bell rings for the end of the round.

He lets me go and I walk away and out the ring, I take my gear off putting back in my bag and wiping my nose with a tissue, what an asshole he is.

Why would he hit me that hard?

When we used to spar he would never hurt me like that, he'd always give me a chance and go in defence as I'm a lot lighter than him.