The boxing ring is full of people as they have come here to watch two of my competitors compete and I'm here to learn tricks to see how I can beat them and win. They don't know that I'm here, no one does as I watch from above on a balcony which my coach gave me to use when I want to get away from anyone else. Not many know it's there so it's easy to slip away when no one's watching and catch my breath or in this case watch as my competitors fights with one another and learn their secrets and weaknesses.

I smirk to myself as I chug from my water bottle until it's half empty. Watching down at the fight I notice that one of them is left-handed but he tries to hide it but not well enough. Chuckling when I realize that these guys are just too easy to beat and it's strange these are my top competitors. Perhaps because I've beat everyone else, literally. "You do realize that you should be training" My coach says behind me. I don't look at him to know he's walking over to me, and he leans against the reeling of the balcony and watches down.

"You were absent last night, something come up?" He asks me when I don't answer him before and neither did I want to. "Something like that" I speak without looking at him. We might work together, but we are far from friends, though he has been trying to be my friend since the moment we met which I have always found annoying. "A girl perhaps?" He asks and it is only then I look up at his face to see his raised eyebrow, he has seen right through me. And as he studies my face, I study his.

Over the last couple of weeks he has not been sleeping well because he's been worrying about how he's going to train all those he needs to train to make them better. "Perhaps" I answer. He should know better that there is no way that I'm going into the details. Especially when it comes to Lila. No one knows about my liking to her and no one will know. He might know her and I don't want him to tell his brother which is her best friend, that will not happen. Not on my watch.

I don't look at him to know that he is trying to get something out of me. "You look tired. I can't have you passing out on me when I need you so go home and get some rest. We'll pick it up tomorrow where you will train harder, make no mistake of that" He says and then without a word has walked away, perhaps a bit frustrated that he was unable to get me to talk about my life. He is my coach, nothing more. He doesn't even know my last name, to be fair no one knows it.

I let out a sigh as I stand up, knowing that these two are going to be easy to beat as I've already mapped out a plan in my head and seen what they can do and what they can't do. It is for a reason that I'm known for beating everyone and being undefeated as I am stronger, better and smarter than they are and I don't beat them because of the anger, I beat them by being smart. Something that they lack as they just let out their anger. Anger makes one a fool and I'm not a fool.

Sure, I let my anger out on my coach or whoever I'm beating when trying but I will not let my anger get the best of me at a match, even when the anger is boiling inside me, I won't let it out. Standing up and feeling the tiredness run over me I walk out of the gym. The chilly air is not kind on me and I wonder how she is doing but I know she is back at work by now as the clock is striking two in the afternoon so when I get to my apartment I lie down.

Hoping to catch some sleep to make sure that if she were to call me again late in the evening or even in the night that I have enough energy to stay awake the whole night to protect her. I also have been trying to figure out why she was so scared and it did not look like she had a nightmare, it was something else. Something out of the ordinary and I'm not going to rest until I have found out what that is and I have solved it, to rid her of the evil that terrifies her.

I sigh as I take my phone and look at her number, as if I were waiting for her to call me and perhaps I am even when she is busy at work I have this dream that she would call me. One day I know that she will be calling me for everything, anything that she wants and I will give it to her. No matter how big or small that is, no matter how far or near I have to travel. I will give her everything if she asked and if she wants something she will get it.

Putting down my phone after a couple of minutes have passed I close my eyes on my bed and even when my eyes are closed and I'm starting to drift off I can't stop seeing Lila and her dancing and just being herself, free and alive. It's magnificent to see her like that, dance and dance like if that ballet dance was made just for her and I wonder if it was, perhaps it was designed for her because she is what makes ballet the beautiful dance that it is. With her on my mind I fall deep into sleep. Waiting for her to call me again.