Chapter 32 He Is A Good Coach

• ELENA'S POV;
• The rain spluttered against the window, and the cold wind blew against my skin, but I continued to punch the bag. It was dark, and the moon cast its light through the window into the room. The sound of my fist echoed in the room with a steady rhythm. Training for three weeks straight hadn't been easy, but it was all worth it because I felt better, stronger, harder. My emotional instability decreased...things I hadn't even cherished about myself like the scars on my flesh didn't even matter to me anymore. I didn't try to hide it, I didn't get too conscious, I didn't hate myself like I used to and I knew it was all because of one thing, and that thing was the consistency I put in building up myself. I remembered Leo's words...they kept echoing in my ears.
• I had to admit, he was a tough coach. He never went easy on me, not even once and Antonio supported it. I knew the reason Antonio allowed Leo to train me. I've seen the way Antonio trains, I've seen the way he combats. He's as brutal as any man to his foe. Even Leo had a hard time dealing with him. Antonio was getting me prepared, prepared for him...but I didn't know yet...how was I going to handle him if I couldn't still handle Leo? Leo was brutal...really brutal but Antonio....was deadly brutal. I wouldn't be surprised if he used a gun to train me, I wouldn't even be surprised if he shot me in the leg like he did Leo so he could be better.