Page 32 of Acid

Screw her, screw Andrea, and screw Acid!

“Perrie!” Mom shouts as I walk to my car. “Get back here and be mature about this!” she continues, but I ignore her and climb in my car.

Without a backward glance, I spin out of the spot, officially done with her and Andrea.

The idiot “destroyer” runs at me again, and I dodge his fist, but his right fist lands a blow to my stomach, and I double over as his fist comes to my face again, and I allow it.

I messaged Hammer and told him I’m handing in my resignation at the diner. I can’t work with Acid any longer, in the place where he screwed me, but Hammer denied me.

The ass told me the contract I signed when I started stated I had to give over a year’s notice. Note to self, always read the fine print.

The “destroyer’s” fist hits my brow, and the force causes me to stumble, the crowd screaming and shouting for me to fight back harder, and I listen. I run at the “destroyer” and land one, two, three punches to the face, then another to the chest, causing him to double over, giving me the opportunity to swing around and bring my leg up, my foot connecting with his jaw.

His eyes roll into the back of his head before he drops, knocked out, and the crowd goes wild.

I can feel blood pour from my brow, but I ignore it as the ref grabs my arm and lifts it above my head shouting, “Your winner, Tinker!” all while I silently curse; my anger is doubling by the second.

He slept with Andrea….

I wince as I bend down, grabbing the roller full of dark blue paint before connecting it to the wall.

Pain ripples through me, but I revel in it. I continue decorating the gym, my eyes taking in all the new equipment, keeping my mind busy.

Brand new boxing bags hang around the large open room, with new mats beneath them. Three treadmills line the back wall, with a massive TV on the wall. The right side of the gym consists of weight benches, and the left consists of three exercise bikes. The new ring sits in the middle of the room, just like the old one did.

New flooring was also installed, and hopefully, now that I’ve won my last fight, the new lighting will be installed next week.

I’m also redecorating the office. I'm not changing it much; I'm just sprucing up the paint and furniture, before I replace the reception desk and the sign outside.

They will be the last thing to be done; otherwise, everyone will know what I’m doing, and I don’t need that right now.

“I should have known you’d be here,” a voice says, and I turn to see my mom in a pantsuit, looking around the room.

Dammit, I forgot to lock the door.

I sigh and bend over, trying to withhold my wince as I add more paint to my roller. I state, “You’re not welcome here. Turn around and walk out.”

“Perrie, I am your mother!” she snaps.

I snort. “You’re more of a mother to Andrea than me, so get lost.”

I hear her growl as I continue to paint. This side wall and the back wall will be dark blue, while the others will be light gray. The logo will be painted on the side wall.

When mom doesn’t say anything, I look at her and notice her eyeing everything.

“T-This is-is all knew…” she stammers.

I hum and admit, “It is. It’s taken longer than I’d hoped, but I had the apartment upstairs redone first.”

“H-How?”

I smirk at her confusion before I admit, “When Dad left me the gym, he left me everything, including the cash inside the safe." Her eyes widen, and I grin. “There were thousands left in it.”

“Perrie, I was his wife!” she snaps and I snort, continuing to paint, not willing to get into it with her. She’s still in denial, thinking I’m unaware of her infidelity.

It wouldn’t surprise me if Andrea’s dad weren’t the first to be honest.

She sighs. “Look, I didn’t come here to argue with you, I came here to speak about Andrea. Her and Acid, they want to settle down, sweetie….”

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