The Beta's Daughter

The Spark

Chapter 35
Azariah's pov

When you're right as often as I am, it's gets annoying.

I woke up to my right hand throbbing like a son of a bitch, and all the knuckles are black and blue. Looks like I need to put the last step of my plan into action today.

I showered and dressed in my work out clothes, then before leaving my room I put on my boxing wraps. These cover my hands from knuckle to just past the wrist. I figure I'll use our mini gym here that dad set up in the back of the garage. Luckily for me, my dad is big time into martial arts, so we have all kinds of equipment I can use that would cause bruising. For example, board breaking.

My dad loves to make it a competition between us, so I can just pretend that I'm practicing to  try to beat his score. Currently his record is nine boards at once, mine is six.

When I got home last night I took the braid out of my hair, and now it's at it's worst. Curls and frizz are everywhere. I toss it into a ponytail then head out of my room, and quietly sneak down the hall and down the stairs.

Just when I think I'm in the clear of not running into anyone, Noah comes around the corner, scaring the shit out of me.

"Hey, whats all the screaming about?" He taunts me.

I just glare at him and keep going to my destination. And of course he follows me like a lost puppy dog.

"I'm going to work out. You joining me?" I taunt him right back.

"Sure. Got nothing better to do. Our babysitter won't be here for at least an hour anyways." He says the word babysitter with annoyance, but deep down I think he's star struck with Jace.

Noah heads back to his room to get changed, and I keep going to the garage. I hurry and set up the heavy bag, deciding to start with it. It takes me a minute to work up the courage to actually hit the thing, cause I know it's gonna sting like a fucker when I do.

I brace myself before I strike the bag. I tell myself it's a small price to pay. I think back to last night, feeling a level of satisfaction I didn't expect. I strike the bag, and the pain radiates up my entire arm. But instead of yelping out in pain, I laugh. If I think my hand hurts, I bet Mike's is a thousand times worse.

I can almost still feel the crunching of his bones in the palm of my hand. And I know it's kinda sick of me to admit, but it felt good. The sound his bones made when they broke only added to the satisfaction I'm feeling. It sorta sounded like multiple celery stalks being snapped at once. I'll never forget the cracking sounds, or the feel of it, nor do I want to. I just wish I could have recorded it for Amber to enjoy as well.

The next hit I land on the heavy bag doesn't even register on my pain radar. I should probably feel bad about what I did, instead of standing here, laughing and enjoying the day after. But I don't.

Noah comes in to join me, looking adorable in his black shorts and batman t-shirt. "Did your boyfriend give you that?"

He laughs and nods. "Speaking of boyfriends, do you have one?"

I keep hitting the bag, harder as I go. I need it look like I'm trying to kill it, so nobody thinks twice about my purple hand. "It's complicated."