As I drifted in and out of awareness, I was overcome by the harsh antiseptic scent of the clean hospital room. Each breath delivered new stabs of anguish through my sensitive ribs, but the pain pills helped calm my beaten body enough for fitful sleep. Tonight I will face troubles, but for now, rest was a small present.
Agatha's alert monitoring allowed no other guests. She refused to leave my side, pacing like a caged animal and making harsh comments to any staff who seemed too tentative in their care. Her ferocious protectiveness in these intimate moments surprisingly reminded me of her secret depths beneath the arrogant exterior. Though allies for ease alone, perhaps more lied beneath.
Two days passed slowly. Finally discharged, the elegant sedan drove me back to the luxurious penthouse in silence. As we rose, Agatha offered soothing support to me, her hand s
The morning sun rose far too early as usual, pulling me from restless dreams. As consciousness returned, so too did remaining unease over going back to school after everything that happened. Would Jean be waiting to jump me? I had no desire to find out.Rolling over with a sigh, I weighed my choices. Ignoring Jean completely seemed best for now. Better not to provoke him until I was ready to strike back against Paul. Staying under the radar held appeal, if I could successfully disappear into the hive of privileged elitists.A quick breakfast passed in quiet thought. Agatha breezed through as always, rambling about political maneuverings among her family back home. I nodded along halfheartedly, too lost in shifting thoughts to truly focus.When pressed for conversation, I gave clipped, distracted answers, hoping she'
A birthday dinner for comatose Paul? it seemed yet another absurd manipulation in Philippe's web of lies. Yet despite my frustration, I couldn't ignore the sadness in Philippe's eyes when he spoke of his sick father. For all his dramatics and schemes, the man clearly still sought the approval and love of the only family he had left. I understood that longing all too well.Philippe's revelation about the fake birthday video brought some relief. At least I wouldn't have to actually attend an absurd party for comatose Paul. But resentment still simmered within me over his endless manipulation. "Fine, I'll record a quick video message," I said tiredly. "But this is absolutely the last favor I'll do for your schemes."Philippe nodded gratefully, the corners of his mouth turning up in a sad smile. "I understand completely, Adam. Just this one task, and then I promise no more requests from me."I sighed, hoping he was sincere this time. The enticing smells of cooking food drifted in from th
Philippe and I had a sense of understanding after he told me about his past. For the first time, I felt as if I understood the events that shaped this strange man. Despite everything he had put me through with his plans, a new empathy formed within me. Philippe was not the manipulator I had thought he was. Underneath was a wounded soul waiting for a connection, similar to me.I took a long sip from my mug, enjoying the rich flavor. The future stayed uncertain, yet relationships had grown here Philippe looked more approachable.Across from me, he carefully put his cup. "Tell me, Adam, how have you been adjusting to your lessons abroad? No doubt the program offers unique challenges."I nodded thoughtfully. "Challenging, but great preparation for university next year. My scientific studies, particularly, en
As I walked through the top academy's mirrored hallways, I kept my eyes forward and my back straight. There were whispers and smirks following my every move, though, no matter how much confidence I put on.The story of how badly Jean beat me had spread like wildfire. I went from being a cocky new student to a weak pretender in an instant, making everyone laugh. Their rude looks and comments made me feel like taking off my mask was the only way to protect myself.Stress could not be stopped during the boring school days without sheer grit. But when I was by myself at night, I felt terrible shame and anger. I had to do something to get back the respect and honor I had lost. Giving in to their disdain was not acceptable.One late night, when I was bored and pacing my fancy room in anger, I had an idea. Physical strength could demand respect where mere position failed. And I knew just who to ask for hardcore training - Egon, the aggressive brute who had
Over the next few days, fighting became my single focus as I trained intensely for a rematch against Egon. I barely glanced at my old phone, ignoring Philippe's check-ins about Gram's health as well as his vague texts. I also strongly ignored Agatha's questions when I constantly went to train. My sessions with Egon entered a stage where I drove myself past the point of exhaustion each time. Nothing felt hard enough - I added punishing cardio and agility drills outside of our planned strength training. My body rebelled with aches and fatigue, but I pushed even further. Redemption against Egon occupied my every waking thought. I had to be better prepared this time and show that our first bout was a fluke. Only a total win in a rematch would satisfy the competitive flame I had stoked within myself.My body had become a weapon forged from pure desperation, the soul within consumed by a single driving purpose - to force the respect of others through dominance. Pride and rage-fueled me lon
Despite my dramatic exit from the karate studio, I found myself drawn back a few days later. As much as I hated admitting it, getting some sort of training was better than moping around doing nothing. And with Egon as the instructor, I knew the class wouldn't involve silly kid stuff. I slipped in just as the evening session was starting, avoiding eye contact with Egon up front. The rest of the students gave me curious looks but said nothing as I took an open spot at the back. Egon raised an eyebrow when he noticed me but made no comment. "Let's begin," he simply said, before leading the class through an intense warm-up routine. I pushed myself to keep up with the others, not wanting to show weakness. The lesson covered basic punching and blocking techniques. I focused on copying the moves precisely, forgetting my surroundings. The repetitive motions were oddly soothing.Afterward, I lingered while the other students filtered out. Egon walked over, arms crossed. "You planning on ma
Back at the sleek modern apartment, I wearily dumped my gym bag by the polished door and kicked off my shoes. The glow of electronic screens and downtown lights streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark valley below. I headed straight for the gleaming kitchen, fishing a sports drink from the fully-stocked stainless steel fridge. Gulping it down, I allowed the cold liquid to rehydrate my drained body. Intense karate training always left me ravenous.Rummaging through cupboards produced a stash of protein bars. I eagerly tore one open and took a huge bite, ignoring manners. I had built lean muscle over weeks of exercise, but my appetite seemed bottomless now. Leaning against the black granite counters, I quickly wolfed down another bar, the sweetness hitting my starved taste buds perfectly. A third fruity bar swiftly followed. Only after devouring half the box did I finally feel sated enough to slow my intake.Wiping sticky hands on my sweatpants, I headed to my l
The next morning I came carefully from my suite, unsure what to expect after last night's tense standoff with Agatha. Part of me wondered if she had already left in anger at my defiance.But the smell of fresh coffee drew me toward the kitchen. There I found Agatha sitting casually at the counter, scanning news headlines on her tablet as if nothing were wrong.She glanced up as I entered, one perfect eyebrow raised. "There are fresh croissants if you'd like some," she said kindly as if we were merely polite roommates.I paused, caught off guard by the way she behaved after our fight just last night. Agatha's composure gave no hints, and I fought to get straight."Uh, sure thanks," I managed, moving slowly to the counter piled high with flaky golden cakes. My hunger defeated nervousness as I snagged one and took a bite. Still warm, and delicious.Agatha smiled smugly over her coffee cup at my obvious pleasure. "I had them brought from the best bakery in the city. Only the best, of cour