Chapter 75

I was woken up at five o'clock a.m. by Charika. She was not the girl I’d met the day before. She was different; she’d changed, was all business and nowhere near kind. The little baby, the puffy cheeked, bubbly-eyed girl from yesterday was gone. None of them were the same. Though they looked fierce.

I’esha was in spandex shorts and a tight shirt. Brittany had on sweats and a cut off shirt making it a belly shirt with no sleeves. Charika was rocking the hell out of a jogging suit, which could have been painted on. Tamekia was in short shorts with a shirt with her shoulder exposed. Helen wore baby-blue bunny pajamas.

They were in workout clothes, but looked like models, hair just right.

I put on some sweats and was given a power breakfast of egg whites and wheat toast.

“For the next five days you will be training. You will have fitness with I’esha first. Then target practice with me, and then you’ll learn general anatomy, pressure points and their use in fighting with Tamekia. Charika will teach you boxing, and Helen will come last with self-defense and disarming,” Brittany explained.

I was scared.