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Demi: Ooh, where are we going?

Ray: Surprise!

Demi: Boo!

Ray: ‘Laughing emoji’

Scar: I’m in.

Demi: Finally.

Ray: Thought you’d been fucked into a coma, bitch tits!

Scar: Well, if you weren’t a little bitch, you could be in your own fuck-coma.

Demi: Ew, with my brother? ‘barf emoji’

Ray: I’m not with your brother.

Demi: Then who? Don’t you go cheating on my brother. I will cut you!

Ray: Fuck you, Scar!

Scar: ‘Middle finger emoji’

Ray: I’m not with your brother or anyone else. Can we just not talk about boys, please? They give me a headache.

Scar: Fine.

Demi: Fine.

Ray: See you both Friday lunch.

Demi: ‘Thumbs up emoji’

Scar: Bitch tits out!

Right, I need to get out of the van and go somewhere I won’t see Scar and Boyband, or Steel! Fuck my life!

Ray: Gym in twenty.

Roach: You just got shot!

Ray: No shit, Sherlock! Gym in eighteen.

Roach: Okay.

Well, that was easier than I thought. Best get ready for the gym

After a great session with Roach and pointing him in the right direction, even injured, I still put him through hell. I open the door to the van.

“Are you fucking serious?” The booming, gravelly voice sounds across the parking lot. I wince as my fingers still on the door handle, turning to face him. I cross my arms over my chest.

“You bellowed?”

“Too fucking right, I bellowed. Are you fucking kidding me right now? Roach has just come in the clubhouse saying you were at the gym, and when I said what the fuck, you should be resting, Dozer piped up that you’ve been to work today! So, like I said, are you fucking serious?”

I sigh. “Steel, it’s nice that you care, really! But I know my own body, and I’m fine, so if that’s all?” I turn to grab the door, but it’s ripped out of my hand. “What the fuck, Steel?” Mother fucker is taking liberties now.

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