"When's the last time you seen your father?" I think hard, I try to recall, I know last time it didn't end well. I think I spit on him, just spat. I was boiling from fucking anger, he disgust me, so I just did it. He wiped the spit from his chin pridefully and slapped fire from my cheek.

"I don't remember," I answer truthfully as I tighten the bolt to the chair.

"Okay, so what are you feeling right now about having to see him?" Jay continues to question me. She's been questioning me for the past 15 minutes, every since Deck told her he's meeting with us tonight. Catch up years missed and envious hate towards one another.

"Jay, babe, can we not do this right now?" I groan out annoyingly. She grunts and shakes her head, she's stubborn and won't take no, and seeing she has me in the predicament to question me, I'm fixing her chairs, for some reason all the screws are loose, and I think I know why. Joe trying to prank Mark and Jay with a classic fall out the chair. She's become a YouTuber, don't ask how that's been going.

"We have to babe, your father is coming all the way here to see you, I just want to make sure you are at ease and not moody, you know how you are..." and how exactly am I? Is what I wanted to ask, but I don't throw out that rebuttal. She comes over to me and squats in front of me, asking for my attention. I drop the screw driver and look at her. She raise an eyebrow, I do the same. One swift move, she's now straddling me. I glance up at her. She pulls at my face to glance at her and only her. I love the touch of her hands, so smooth and soft.

"I understand you and you're father had your differences..." she continues. Had our differences? The guy was a psychopath, with power and money. I know I don't talk about him much, but I'm pretty sure if I opened up to Jay about him, she'll understand why I hate his guts. He belittled me multiple times, humiliated me, made me feel less than a human, all because of his sick egotistical ways! He ruined the idea of a childhood for both Deck and I, which would explain why we are all screwed up in the head. My mom included.

"...Joe never got to see that side of my dad, and it's a shame. Her whole childhood has been seeing him in a hospital room," I tune back in to what she is saying. She's so passionate in trying to persuade me, that it makes me just say "okay".

"Okay?" She says mid sentence. I nod, and place a peck to her lips. Guiding her off my lap slowly to rise from the ground.

"Okay?" She repeats stunned. I guess she was expecting me to put up a fight, but no, everything she said was true. I need to hear him out after all these years and see him.

"Yeah, okay. I'm okay about everything okay, just ready to see him after all these years, see what he has to say. And you're right, our days are limited, it's time to tie loose ends." I smile at her. She nods but still holds a stunned facial expression. Am I really that much to deal with ? Just as she's about to say something, Mari enters in a love trance. Smelling flowers so kindly.

"Ouuo, someone's in a good mood, lemme guess, Dan?" Jay says. Mari nods with a huge smile on her face. She has been happier a lot and Dan has also been over a lot. Had a few awkward run ins with him when I'm leaving the guest bathroom, and he's sneaking out of her room at 4 in the morning. It's pretty funny, because he be all scared and I have to tell him to relax it's just me. I guess Mari doesn't want Jay to know how serious they have gotten. Why? I do not know.

"You've been all smiles for a minute, the sex must be amazing," Jay teases, I think that's my que to leave the room. I attempt to exit but Mari stops me.

"No Ky, no leaving the room. We're all grown here and and you're welcomed to hear," she says firmly. I nod and sit at the stool next to Jay.

"Sooo..." Jay says excitedly.

"It's okay." Mari says with a grin. Jay frowns.

"Just okay? I need details babe!" She cheers excitedly.

"I don't," I grunt, which gains a nudge from Jay and an eye roll from Mari.

"I'm not going to give actual details, but just know...it's the nastiest sex I've had!" Okay, yeah it's time for me to go. I try to stand but Jay pulls me closer, interlocking our hands.

"Best kind there is," Jay encourages, which kinda has me intrigued.

"I mean the licking, spitting, pulling of it all!! Just oh, and when he tugs my hair, you know I don't play about my hair..." she says the last part sternly.

"Oh I know!" Jay says.

"Brings out a different side of me..."

"Jays too!" I mention unknowing which makes Jay turn towards me.

"What? You know you're a freak in the sheets!" I say as I whisper in her ear and pull her closer. Soon tackling her in kisses. She giggles and tries to pull away.

"Ew gross, take that PDA elsewhere!" Mari teases.

"It isn't PDA, but I do need to get started in what we are going to eat for when your dad is coming," Jay stresses.

"Just cook anything tbh, " I shrug off which gains a chuckle from Mari.

"Cook? Cook what, water?" Mari chuckles, which gains a deadly glare from Jay. She turns to give me her attention.

"Babe I was just going to order out, but cook? What you want me to make him rice crispy treats and pop tarts?" She questions sarcastically.

"You can give the guy a grain of rice if you wanted to, I don't care." I chuckle. Which doesn't sit well with her.

"We just talked about this..." she states. Not necessarily, she talked and I half listened, not to be a bitch but I just feel I shouldn't show him great hospitality when he gave me a shitty- fucked-up childhood.

"Yeah we did, which was nice. I have to go though. I'm going to the gym." I state. Which causes her to stare at me weirdly.

"The gym?" Both her and Mari state. Yes the gym. I know I'm scrawny, but I do causally go to the gym.

"Don't hurt yourself now," Mari jokes, which makes me chuckle.

"I won't," I say as I throw her a wink.

"One—two—three, jab! And duck! Shoulder shoulder," Rob, my trainer, calls as I throw my fist as hard as I can. Knocking lights from the punching bag. The gym is my happy place sometimes, to clear my head and let out a little bit of steam, and for some reason I have a lot built up. If only this bag had my dad face on it, I could punch a hole through it. I continue to punch at the bag until I can't anymore.

"Whoa there slugger!" He chuckles as he brings the bag to a stop. I regain focus.

"You're redder than a tomato girl, relax no! Fighting the bag as if it's human."

"Yeah speaking of that, can I put a picture of my sperm creator there?"

"Daddy issues huh, tell me something new." He chuckles as he wipes off his forehead with a towel, which he tosses me a clean one for myself.

"Mommy issues too,"

"You're a Guery aren't you? I hear talk about you guys sometimes, well mainly your sister. Fathers a wealthy man also," I nod.

"What are you doing on the bad side of California then kid?"

"I need you to train me," I state. He stares at me for a minute, looks away then looks back at me and breaks into laughter .

"Train you for, the Olympics?"

"No, martial arts. I want to go underground," I state truthfully. He eyes me, I guess to see if I am as serious.

"Look, ian no trainer! I run a gym, try to keep this place alive because so many young people, like yourself, come in here to fight and let off some steam. I don't train."

"Come on Rob, I'm good for it!" I try to persuade.

"No, I don't have time for the spoiled kid, who's mad daddy cut her funds low, now she's tryna become a badass hero!"

"That's not my intentions or why I want to go underground. It's just something I felt was good for me. Something I can take all of my anger and aggression on. I suffer from bipolar disorder, so it's a non stop race up there, I just need this," I explain to him. He sighs, stepping back to take a look at me. Then rubbing his eyes in frustration, I think he knows I'm not backing down until he says yes.

"Fighting isn't a suppressant for whatever you be having going on, you need to be enrolled in a mental institution I can do that, but if I train you I don't need—"

"I take my meds everyday, it's under control, I promise" I reassure. He nods, continuing to nod.

"I'll think about it kid." Is all he states. As he walks away. I guess that's good enough, it's better than a "no" which would have deeply hurt me. I looked at Rob reviews, that's how I ended up here, trained with some badass fighters. Not just men either, women too. If I want to be great and start my career for underground boxing, then this is who in need in my corner. Whatever it takes right? To find a purpose? Which is something I'm struggling hard with.

I need a purpose.