To Love, To Fight, To Win

Chapter 5

He sighed and gestured to the bucket that acted as the only chair in the place. "Please," he said. "Take a seat. We won't be here long."

I shook my head and set my jaw. "You take it," I said. We don't want those pants to get dirty. Don't know what is on the floors or walls." I leaned on a wall closest to the exit and raised an eyebrow. "Well?" I asked. "Are you going to start?"

Biggie B looked at the bucket and kicked at it. Debated filled his eyes, and I had a feeling that he was debating on whether or not it would hold his weight. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "I might break it, so I'd rather stand," he said, and I nodded.

He walked to the other wall and moved a hand across his face with a soft sigh. Debate filled his eyes, but this time the debate was different. He looked conflicted, as if he really shouldn't be talking to me.

He knew that this was dangerous, and it could lead to some problems, problems that I hoped wouldn't come. He sighed and cleared his throat. "I am not going to lie to you," he said, "Talking to me will cause you to have some big problems."

I bit back a scoff but rolled my eyes. "That is an understatement of the century," I said coldly, and he nodded. "What else is new?"

Biggie B sighed and shrugged. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth but closed it, shaking his head. He sighed and moved a hand through his hair, and cleared his throat again. "I just want you to know that I did try."

I raised an eyebrow and watched as the male seemed to grow older before my eyes. I pressed my lips into a thin line and studied him, waiting for him to say another word, but he didn't.

He sighed and moved forward while he moved a hand through his hair and shook his head. He cleared his throat and licked his throat. His hands shook with nerves, and he looked like he was about to cry.

He took a deep breath and pushed his feelings to the side before he looked at me. He studied me, and I had a feeling that he was trying to see the young girl that I was. "I tried to get you out, but your father had moved you before I could."

I stayed silent and blinked. I vaguely remember living in a nice house before he moved me into that hell hole. I remembered the beatings and the abuse I received from him. But, the main thing that I remembered was him using me for his own pleasure.

Biggie B sighed and shook his head. "I tried to get people to help you, but they didn't. They didn't care that you were with a psychopath that was abusing you."

I bit back a scoff and rolled my eyes. I knew that they hadn't cared about me nor the fact that my father had abused me, so I wasn't fond of the feds nor the police and tried to keep my head down when they were around.

They could have tried to save me, save us, but they had turned a blind eye towards us, towards him, and it caused him to grow in power.

He was unstoppable, now. There were crooks in that business; I knew it, and he was using them. He was keeping them silent so that he could steal children and use them for his own gain.

Biggie B licked his lips and cleared his throat. He moved a hand through his graying hair, and I could tell that whatever he had been doing was wearing him out. He wanted to say something else, but his phone vibrated.

I watched him while he moved his jacket and a badge or something flashing against his dark jeans. My whole body tensed automatically, and I started to inch my way towards the door, keeping my eyes on him.

Biggie B looked at his phone and chewed on his lip. Concern filled his eyes, but he didn't look up from his phone while I made my way out the door.

He sighed and typed something on the phone. "I am sorry for cutting this so short, but I have to g-" He looked up and looked shocked to see that I wasn't in the room any longer.

Realization flicked on to his face, and he knew that I had seen something that I wasn't supposed to. "Shit," he said and pursed his lips. "I am in so much fucking trouble, now. Fuck."

***

I made it back to my apartment and locked the door behind me. I was breathing harder, harder than I normally would after a run because I had hightailed it out of there as soon as I had seen the badge, the badge that marked him as either a fed or a police or something along those lines.

I knew that I wasn't followed, having taken some of my extra ways to get back to my apartment, but that didn't stop my anxiety from taking over.

Quickly, I raced around my apartment and made sure that all of my windows were closed and locked before I pulled down the blinds.

"Stupid, stupid," I said hissed, and banged my head against the wall. "Fucking hell." I moved a hand through my hair and grimaced, my whole body hot. "He's one of them."

My heart started to ache, and I had no idea why, but I felt so betrayed that he was one of them. I mean, I didn't know who he was, and I was sure that he could be lying to me, especially about the fact that he was friends with my mother.

I walked into my room and walked towards my closet. I changed into other clothing that I used as Myers, and my whole body was tense, and I was on edge. I wanted to go fight, but I knew that Reif would get mad at me.

Yes, I knew that I was going to have to be more careful because I knew that the Feds could find out where I lived and who I talked to on a regular basis. However, I couldn't stop the feeling that I needed to fight.

"I should just move," I grumbled. I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. I huffed and moved a hand through my hair before I shook my head. "It'd be a lot harder for people to find me and find those that I grew close with."

Again, I huffed and shook my head. "Fuck it," I said and pulled my hair into a loose braid. "I am going to go fight. I'll deal with Reif and his dad later."

I pulled a beanie on my head and finished getting ready while I pushed the thoughts of Biggie B and my "father" out of my brain. I knew that I was going to have to deal with them later, but I didn't want to.

All I wanted to do was fight, and that was the one thing that I was going to worry about.

If Biggie B found me, then I was sure that he would try to find me next.

I just hoped that I would be able to fight him off when I did.

I was not the same girl that I was back then. I would kill him if he tried to either hurt Reif or me.

I was hell bent that he wouldn't hurt me any longer, and I was going to make sure of that with or without someone else's help.