At lunch, Ayana called her mother. Baby, are you okay? Her mother's voice was strained with worry. I'm fine, Mom. Just checking in.
How are things at work? A pause. The landlord called again, said he's getting more complaints about disturbances. I tried explaining about the bullying, but she sighed heavily. Don't you worry about it.
Focus on your studies. We'll figure something out. That evening, Ayana pushed through the doors of Kingdom MMA gym. The familiar smell of sweat and leather wrapping around her like a comfort blanket. Coach Rivera nodded as she wrapped her hands.
"Heard about what happened at school? " he said, holding the heavy bag steady. "Remember what I taught you about fear? " Ayana threw a combination of punches, each one sharper than the last. "Fear is just energy waiting to be used. " "That's right. Channel it. Control it. " He adjusted her stance slightly, but don't let it control you.
For two hours, Ayana lost herself in the rhythm of training. Jab, cross, hook, sprawl, sweep, mount. Each movement helped clear her mind, rebuild her confidence. Other fighters stopped to watch her work, impressed by her intensity. "You're getting stronger," Coach Rivera said as she finished her final round both inside and out.
Ayana smiled, unwrapping her hands. Thanks, coach. I needed this today. Anyone gives you trouble. You know we've got your back here.
He gestured around at the other fighters, many of whom nodded in agreement. This is your sanctuary. The walk home was dark but peaceful. Ayana felt centered, her muscles pleasantly sore. The stress of the day had melted away under the physical exertion.
She was three houses away from home when she heard the crash. Her mother stood on their front lawn, phone in hand, staring at their living room window. Shattered glass glittered on the carpet inside. A brick lay among the fragments, a paper wrapped around it with rubber bands. Mom.
Ayana ran to her. Are you okay? I'm fine. I was in the kitchen when it happened. Her mother's voice shook.
I've called the police. Ayana carefully picked up the brick, unwrapping the note. The same messy handwriting. Last warning. Back off or worse is coming.
Two police cars arrived with their lights off. The officers seemed more annoyed than concerned. Barely glancing at the brick or note. Probably just kids playing pranks, one officer said, not even bothering to take out his notepad. Kids playing pranks.