#Chapter112

ANIYAH

"I'm tired." I pressed before I rolled over in my bed.

"That's good." Jess rubbed my arm, massaging and pressing at my tender muscles that begged for another ice pack. "That mean your muscles are getting that good workout."

"Who made you a gym coach all of a sudden?" I shoved her away.

"Oh shut up and get dress."

I looked at her, watching as she shuffled through my closet before she pulled a t-shirt and a pair of leggings. She tossed them onto my bed before she pulled out a pair of my workout sneakers.

"I don't feel like going." I sobbed.

"You cannot stop because you...