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better.
    What I needed was to clear my head and decide what I
really want. All I can think about is Alexa. Part of me is still pissed about
how judgmental she was and part of me wants to call her and talk to her about
it so she can see that I’m not that guy any longer. I wouldn’t even mind
arguing with her a little bit. I like her spunk even though it pisses me off
when it’s directed at me. It’s a lot better than that fake shit Kristie gives
me. I loved just hanging out with her. We didn’t have to go anywhere or do
anything. I loved when it was just her and me. The sex is…unbelievable, but
it’s not even about that. I’ve never experienced before, missing someone the
way I miss Alexa.
    I wonder sometimes if maybe the feeling is
intensified because I’m missing my little sister so badly at the same time.
Maybe I have my emotions all tangled up and being with Alexa seems so right
because she’s such a strong connection to Emma. I’m not sure, but I do know
that I need to figure it out because it was making me crazy. Did I actually
want to be with someone who was holding things I did years ago against me? If I
decided that I did, would she want to be with me? We’d only known each other a
little over a month and we’d already had two fights. Those odds weren’t great
either. The fact that we got together just after my sister and her best friend
died caused a lot more stress than an ordinary new relationship would have, so
I had to factor that in too. I fell asleep that night with all of this on my
mind and woke up the next day with a whopper of a headache. I suppose it could
have come from Wreckin ’ Ralph’s well-placed right
cross to my temple…but I think it was more likely the other stuff.
    I forced myself out of bed and shook several Tylenol
out into my hand. I washed it down with a protein drink and then after a quick
shower, I headed to the gym. Maybe some exercise would clear my head. If it
didn’t, maybe it would make me look like Wreckin ’
Ralph when I grow up.
    I did my day one workout. Usually the day after a
fight I rest and start my day one the next day but if I stayed home this morning
there was going to be no rest. I started with the bench press and I did fifteen
reps times two. I had a guy named Leonard spotting for me and he was chatty.
Sometimes that annoyed the hell out of me, but today it was a nice distraction.
    “I got me a new truck,” he was saying.
    “Five…Oh yeah,” I grunted out, “Six…What did you get?”
    “I got a Ford F-450.”
    “Seven…Damn…Eight…Nice. Big
truck…Nine.”
    “Yep and I put a six-inch lift on her,” he said.
    “Very nice…Ten…What…Color…Eleven…”
    “She’s a royal blue with a lot of chrome. She’s a
beauty.”
    “Sweet…Twelve…I always wanted…Thirteen…a truck.”
    “You should get one. I’ve been going to your fights
man, you’re awesome. You have to be making some good money, right?”
    “It’s okay…Fourteen…I’m saving up…Fifteen….”
    “For what?” He asked as I put the bar down.
    “You just never know what’s going to happen, you
know. I don’t want to find myself unable to fight someday and broke, you know?”
    “True, smart kid.”
    Dumb kid who let himself be kicked out of school his
sophomore year. If I’m ever not able to fight, the best I’ll be able to do in
the job department is flipping burgers.
    “Yeah, I guess,” was all I said out loud. “Thanks
for the help.”
    I finished my workout and stopped by to check on my
mom and dad on the way home. Mom said that Dad went to work so I hoped that
meant he was feeling better. Mom looked a little better. She wasn’t dropping
and spilling things. She was knitting and watching an old movie on television…I
guess that was a start. I made a run to the grocery store to make sure they had
the basics and then I headed home.
    I was doing great until I was back home alone. Every time that happened lately I felt like the walls were