by Zeke Jarvis
Lewis walked into the gym. He saw Brady talking to a couple of other guys. Brady looked over and nodded. Lewis walked over to him quickly. “We need to talk.”
Brady smiled and rolled his eyes. He waved the other guys off, then he turned to Lewis. “Let’s not get crazy here, right?”
Lewis stared at Brady for a second, then he poked him in the chest. Lewis tried to not be distracted by how firm it was. “Look, I'm worried about what I may have done in my sleep after taking GetJakked.”
Brady held a finger up to his lips. “It’s like fight club, where you don’t talk about it, okay? Besides, they can’t punish you for what you do in your sleep. That’s not constitutional.”
Lewis shook his head a little, then he drilled a finger into Brady’s chest again. “That’s not the point. I think some people might be really hurt. Maybe even dead.”
Brady took hold of Lewis’s arm and started leading him to the same back room that had the GetJakked. “We’re not dead. Only the strong survive, right? Are you going to be strong?”
Now that he was here, Lewis realized that Brady was doubtlessly on GetJakked too. He probably also felt strong and confident. Too hard to be bent. Lewis wondered what would happen if he started trying to fight Brady here in the gym. Here where everyone could see. Before they could get all the way to the room, Lewis stopped. “No, I’m not going somewhere where nobody can see us.”
Brady got a harsh look for a second, then he just shrugged. “Whatever. But you need to understand, if you puss out now, you’re not getting any more GetJakked. Ever. I told you to be smart about it, dude.” Lewis thought about that. He didn’t want to be a monster, but he also didn’t want to be a weakling when the GetJakked ran out. As if he could read his mind, Brady patted Lewis’s gut. “You sure you’re ready to just walk away from that?”
Lewis sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment, but then he saw his dreams again. “Fuck,” he said opening his eyes. “Okay, but, does this stuff happen to you? Like, do you do stuff in your sleep.”
Brady rocked back and forth on his heels. “Like I said,” he said, “They can’t charge you with anything. Some dude for real killed his own family, and he got off because he did it in his sleep. He was like on cold medicine or something.”
Lewis didn’t want to get off on a technicality. He wanted to not kill anyone. “Let’s just hit the weights. Maybe if I tire myself out, I won’t do anything in my sleep.”
Brady patted Lewis on the shoulder. “There you go.”
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