Drifting apart

                                    

                                          



Uff. I land on the hard floor. 
                          
Cody towers over me and just says. "Not good enough! Again!" Brr right now I could give him a smack in his dumb face. Why the hell did I agree to spar with him? Oh yeah, right I wanted to learn more. I regret that now. My back is sore from all of the falling on the hard floor. I can't even hold my arms up. But I won't give up. I won't. I got my pride to protect here and I wouldn't fail. 
                          
"Arms up!" Cody demands. I hold them in front of me but can't do anything about the shaking of my muscles because every move is energy-sapping. He gets into a fighting stance . To my annoyance he didn't even seemed out of breath or even sweating whereas I was a wrack. But he also didn't ran around the barracks for several hours and did some weight lifting.
                          
We circle each other and observe each move the other did. Suddenly the noise of the opening door fills the training room which is apart from us empty. "You two are still here? It's the middle of the night you're here since 11:00 ." It was the distraction he needed and my mistake as I looked towards the door to find Waxer and Boil standing there. It was just a short flicker of my eyes towards them but everything Cody needed. He moves forward and grabs me by my wrists. Then he twists my arm and I have to follow his movement. The next thing I feel is the cold hard floor. He had successfully pulled the rug from under me with one swift motion. Again. 
                          
"You need to concentrate. You can't let your surroundings distract you. You're dead now." Every time he said that he reminded me of Bric.  He had also said that literally every single day of my short life. He had punched it into my body and my mind and after we had told Rex and Cody in our room that evening I thought he had compassion towards us. Cody had looked like he understood us. Me.
                          
But his whole demeanor had changed after that. It had started slow but after just a few weeks he got stricter with me and demanded to train me now. Rex had given him his permission to train me. That was months ago. Apart when we were on missions I trained everyday first with the 501st and then with him.
                          
Towards Euphoria, Kara and Naz he was the kindest person. Laughed with them and even bantered. But towards me he changed to a big asshole. What he wasn't at the beginning of our short relationship. When you could even call it that. I didn't understand why. Why did he treat me like that.  The only thing that helped was that I got used to it.
                          
I got up. "Yeah. I know." I groan annoyed. " That is not good enough. I want twenty push- ups and  forty sit- ups. Boil, Waxer why are you interrupting us?" I roll my eyes. It was the only thing I knew that wouldn't hurt after all. My muscles clenched by every move and I wasn't so sure if my body was still capable to do any push-up let alone one sit-up. But I wouldn't provide Cody with the target of not-doing it. He would just give me a lecture. So I started with the push-ups.
                          
"The general wants to see you actually!" Boil says. One. Waxer shoots a pitiful glance towards me. I just grin at him and roll my eyes. Two. I had found a great friend in him since I had to train with Cody in the training rooms of the 212th. He was funny and compassionate on the contrary to his brother Boil. Three. Boil was more quieter but still a funny bloke. He was more sarcastic towards Waxer and mocked him nearly every time. Four. They had accompanied me several times back to the barracks of the 501st when I was to weak to walk on my own when Cody went overboard with the training like today. Who am I kidding he went overboard every day. Five. I was surprised that I still could move any of my fingers let alone walk.
                          
Six. My arms began to shake again and I concentrated on the floor before my eyes making sure I wouldn't fold under the pressure. 
                          
Seven. My thoughts drifted to my sisters. Recently Kara and Euphoria partied with the boys non-stop. I often came home to them being drunk. Eight. Naz accompanied them as well. When we trained Kara and Euphoria always bantered with the others and trained with them. Even Naz often spend her time when we trained with Rex or Hardcase. Nine. They had left me behind. And I would train on my own. Ten.