LOGINRight now, I'm lying on my bed thinking about what's happened since my talk with Dashiell. It's been two days since our talk in the living room. The next day after our talk I tried waking up as early as four in the morning, but I didn't manage to get up even after setting up an alarm time. It's not surprising though considering the time I slept, and well, my personality. I've always been like this; a heavy sleeper. Gosh! I missed out on seeing Dashiell before he left. Mr. Thomas said he left for an errand and to visit his beloved one. That "beloved one" thing always gets me. Ever since I heard about it, I can't stop wondering who that "beloved one" is. Even though Dashiell said it's not his girlfriend, I can't help but think it's his girlfriend that he visits a lot, like come on who would wake up earlier than five in the morning then later after training, rush out of this bunker just to meet someone. It's not like I'm trying to stalk Dashiell, I only want to know who he meets with. I plan to get up as early as four in the morning so I can see him before he leaves then follow him secretly which is risky but hmm... worthy? I know that Dashiell will probably get angry about it when he finds out, but at least that "beloved one" thing will be cleared and I won't have to think about it anymore.
Anyway, my training went okay today. There were additional types of exercises that I was able to execute well. I hope it continues this way so I can get ready for the next step. Speaking of the next step, Dashiell has not yet told me when we will move on it. He didn't also mention when he will check if I'm clear for the next step. I hope that will happen soon; I'm dying to get done with this training and jail Dr. Foley plus I miss my life outside. How I wish Dashiell will at least let me go with him when he goes shopping again! But I guess that's impossible at this point I can't risk being seen by any of Foley's men. But maybe asking him about all these things is the best way to find out. Alright, I'll chat with him.
I got off my bed to reach my phone but a knock on my door stopped me. Dashiell announces that it is him who's knocking. I unlocked the door for him. The moment he entered, I felt glad because I can ask him about my concerns and well, I can see him before I sleep which puts a smile in my heart.
I started with a "hi!" then followed by asking, "What brings you here?"
His reply is, "Hey! I just came to check on your hands. How are they?"
I didn't really think much about my hands these past few days and I'm touched to hear Dashiell asked about them. I replied, "Oh! They're not back to how they were before and I don't think that they will but they're okay. It's hard to adjust to them when I try to play but as mama said, I'll get used to them someday and I'll do everything to make that work."
Without a word, Dashiell grabbed my left hand and led me to sit on my bed. He seated next to me and pulled out his massage oil then started massaging my hands like he did the first time. I started to feel warm and at the same time, flustered from his actions and I tried my best to get unnoticed.
While massaging my hands, Dashiell mutters an apology for not checking on my hands regularly. He elucidates, "I've gotten busy these days that's why and I think it will continue being like this so other than training time expect me to be unattended. I came tonight to make you remember how this massage thing is done so your hands will get it even without me."
I couldn't utter more than "thanks" because of my overwhelming appreciation of his kind gesture.
A moment of silence ensues as Dashiell continues massaging my hands while he explains the process.
A moment later...
"And that's about it. I hope you got how it works," spoke Dashiell.
"Absolutely! Thanks again, Dashiell."
"It's nothing. We're done here so, I'm leaving. You should sleep now because tomorrow's training is big. Good night."
"Uh, Dashiell..."
"Yeah?"
"About tomorrow's training, what makes it big? I mean, what will we have tomorrow?"
"There's no sense in telling you now since you'll find out about it tomorrow plus it defeats its purpose."
"Oh, okay. Good night, I guess."
"Yeah. See you at training. Oh and don't overdo everything. Take things one at a time. The last thing we need is you burning out."
"Yes, I'll do that. Thanks again, Dashiell."
I wanted to address some more questions and concerns but I decided to let it go for now. Maybe, I'll do that some other time when I get another chance like this and I think that's going to be when I manage to pull off waking up earlier than him which I am going to try tomorrow. I have already set my alarm clock.
Alright! It's decided; I'll execute this sneaky plan tomorrow. I'm crossing my fingers that it will work the way I want to.
Filled with so much determination, I welcomed sleep.
I'm halfway finished with my bottled water when Dashiell spoke, "Cheers to you for clearing this phase."It took me seconds to register what he said. When it did, I squealed in delight. Dashiell chuckles at my reaction and resumes, "I get it, you're happy but don't squeal like that especially when you're sitting next to someone; you'll blast their eardrums.""Sorry.""It's okay. Just don't do it next time.""Got that.""Anyway, you did well in all the tests. Good job!""Yay! I did it! Thank you, Dashiell.""Haha, thank yourself instead, and don't get too elated just yet as this is only the first phase. There are still two more.""I know but still I can't help but be happy knowing that I have the potential to succeed. It's like I feel more motivated now to continue with this. That being said, please continue guiding me."Dashiell titters and ruffles my hair, saying, "Yeah, okay.""Hey, stop that! You're messing my
Arriving at the training room, I noticed that several gym equipment had been set up. When I asked what those equipment are doing inside, Dashiell said that he will test if I'm fit enough to clear this phase and move onto the next one. With that, I started warming-up by doing some breathing exercises, stretching, and light cardio exercises.When I finished warming-up, Dashiell explained that between each test, there's a five-minute interval in which I could take a little rest. Then, without further ado, he started testing me. Beginning with a speed test, I underwent a flying 30m sprint test, 40m Cycling Sprint Test, and a Plate Tapping Test. My punching speed was also tested.Moving on, my power was put on a test. In that test, my punching power was measured. I did bench presses too as well as basketball throws in a seated position. Following such, I had the vertical jump test, drop jump test, standing broad jump test, and a power clean repet
Before I could ask my first question, Dashiell supplied that he was the one who named Pillow. He explained, "When I first brought Pillow home, I observed that she likes sleeping on pillows so one day I thought out loud that I will name her Pillow which she seemed to had liked since she purred right then."After that, Dashiell didn't speak for a minute so I thought I could start with my first question. "So, when and where-"And just like that, Dashiell interrupts me and steals the rest of the words out of my mouth, saying, "When and where did I get Pillow from, huh? I got her two years ago when I was going back to the bunker from my tiring work.""You mean, Pillow was once a stray kitten?""Ah, no. I got her from an animal shelter. She-"This time it's me who interrupts him. "Awesome! You adopted her then?""Geez! Let me finish, will you?" responded a seemingly annoyed Dashiell"Oops, sorry! I got excited, " was my shy reply.Da
The sound of my phone's alarm woke me up. I jolted out of my bed to wash my face and brush my teeth. Afterwhich, I left my room to proceed to the aisle leading to our common exit. I tried to hide as I await for Dashiell to pass by. I opted to do it that way because I have no way of checking if Dashiell is already on his way to visit his "beloved one" unless I checked him in his room which is something that I'm scared to attempt.A few minutes had elapsed and I'm feeling a bit drowsy. Please Dashiell, just show up already. And just like an answered prayer, Dashiell appeared seconds after. He is carrying a backpack which I assume, contains some food. Less than a minute after he went past the spot where I stand, I followed him from behind. I walked as stealthily as I could; however, Dashiell's senses are so sharp that he noticed that someone's following him. He demanded that I reveal myself. I revealed myself and I felt mortified for being discovered which is why w
Right now, I'm lying on my bed thinking about what's happened since my talk with Dashiell. It's been two days since our talk in the living room. The next day after our talk I tried waking up as early as four in the morning, but I didn't manage to get up even after setting up an alarm time. It's not surprising though considering the time I slept, and well, my personality. I've always been like this; a heavy sleeper. Gosh! I missed out on seeing Dashiell before he left. Mr. Thomas said he left for an errand and to visit his beloved one. That "beloved one" thing always gets me. Ever since I heard about it, I can't stop wondering who that "beloved one" is. Even though Dashiell said it's not his girlfriend, I can't help but think it's his girlfriend that he visits a lot, like come on who would wake up earlier than five in the morning then later after training, rush out of this bunker just to meet someone. It's not like I'm trying to stalk Dashiell, I only want to know who he meets with.
Dashiell opened the light snacks he got for us and offered me to eat them with him. I reluctantly agreed albeit I don't feel like eating at this hour when I am supposed to be sleeping. I thought if I don't accept Dashiell's offer, he would get offended which I don't want to happen.In between Dashiell's munching on our snacks, he begins, "My dad asked help from his friend, uncle Ray, who we discovered as the owner of the inn where our common entrance is located. I don't know if I should call this fate or coincidence, but uncle Ray happened to be an acquaintance of your uncle Bob. He said that your uncle Bob once saved him from a hospital debt. Your uncle Bob paid more than half of his hospital bills. Back to uncle Ray, he registered himself as my legal guardian. As you might expect, we lied that dad had disappeared without my knowledge, leaving me orphaned. Naturally, my registered address was changed into that of uncle Ray's that's why I was able to finish my studies without