I wake up in a bright room with wooden floors and other dummies attached to poles that are held up with sand weights. I couldn't move. Turns out I was attached too. My mouth was still covered and it felt like I was bolted to the pole. I looked around with my eyes the best I could. It looked like a studio. I heard a door open. “Here at the YMCA, I provide self-defense classes for adults and children. Are you interested?” That sounded like Couch Mattis. I almost forgot she knocked me out last night! “I'm not too sure. Is it intense,” said a voice I knew all too well and hated. My step mom was here. It would suck if I got caught now. She would never let me hear the end of this. “Not at all. Here I teach self defense with life like dummies.” My step mom took a sigh of relief. “Okay good.” At 5'5” and 190 lbs, I highly doubted that she could defend herself in any situation that didn't involve money. After all it was her slim figure and long dark hair that captured my father. She was 30 to his 50. He always liked younger women. Today she wore a blue sports bra that looked too small on her chest with black yoga tights and black sneakers. She looked like she could walk the run way even in sports wear. Coach Mattis stood in front of me. “This here is a new dummy.” My step mom scrunched up her nose. “It looks like a dead body.” “Oh well. I got it last night from a friend. She didn't liked it so I thought I could use it in class. Here I'll give you a demonstration.” The coach stands in front of me and punches me in my gut and knees me hard. I feel like all the wind in knocked out of me. I see stars. “You give it a try.” My step mom stands in front of me and repeats the same tactics. Surprisingly she had so much force in it that I almost couldn't breathe. “That was fun,” said my stepmother. “Well if you liked that then stay for the class. I'll even leave you with this dummy right here,” coach says as she slaps my chest and laughs. At this point I panic. They leave me to my thoughts. I could barley take that. Now there's a class? I'm really starting to regret this.
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