The fighter

The past

(TW strong language)

9 years ago.....

"LUCA GET YOU ASS DOWN HERE!!!" I hear my father scream, I sigh and walk down down stairs fully expecting another beating, cause I over slept a few minutes this morning
"Y-yes father" I say in a shaking voice, trying not to let him know he scares the shit out of me.

"go pack your stuff, you're leaving!" I feel the color drain from my face "w-what do y-you mean?" "I mean you're NOT MY PROBLEM ANYMORE YOU WORTHLESS BITCH, NOW GO PACK YOUR SHIT BEFORE I THROW OUT IN NOTHING BUT THE CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK!!!"

I quickly turn around and run back up the stairs, before he decides to change his mind. I grab my backpack and fill it with everything I have, which isn't much but the stuff I do have, is very sacred to me. While I'm packing, I'm thinking of where to go, I can't go to the police, they'll just put me in the system, I don't have any friends, nor family members.

I push the thought to the back of my mind, once I'm finished packing. I run downstairs to see the person I used to call my dad, sitting in front of the tv drinking another beer, I start an internal debate on if I should say goodbye or not, I ultimately end up choosing the prior since I hopefully won't see this man again.

"Goodbye father, I hope you have a good life." I say in the most confident tone I can muster without breaking down in tears, "get out of my house bitch before I have you saying goodbye to your life" he says in a cold voice, I slowly walk to the front door and turn the non opening the door, before stepping out and walking away. I turn around take one last look at the place I used to call home before, walking away for good.

I had no clue where to go so I figured, I'd head for the city see if anyone would be dumb enough to hire a 9 year old.

Time skip, a few days later......
Ever since I left life hasn't been to kind to me, I currently live in a alley, behind a restaurant hoping they'll throw some kind of scraps out, I'm also very cold it's mid November, in New York, so it's pretty bitter out I put as many clothes on to keep myself warm but, they're all tatter and wet from laying on the ground.

My thoughts were interrupted, by something wet hitting my face I look up, expecting find an asshole who decided to spit on me, but only to greeted by freezing rain hitting my face.

Ugh, this can't be happening now I'm going to be cold and wet. A few minutes later I realize that I'm completely soaking wet because it started to pour, the chill hasn't set in yet but I don't think it will take long. The longer it goes on the longer sleepier I get, I haven't slept in days because I'm afraid of getting kidnapped or my stuff being taken, but after awhile I give to the dark abyss, hoping that I'll wake up and this'll all be a dream.

A few hours later......
I get jostled awake by someone carrying me I pretend to be asleep so I can her what they're saying "who the hell would leave a child, no older the maybe 10 on the ground shivering and shaking?" A hear a cold, gruff voice say " I don't know hun but what matters is that we're here, and we can protect him." After that I feel someone put, what feels like a coat on me and the person holding me sit in what I'm assuming is the back seat of a car, I hear the car start, and begin to drive away, I probably should've put up a fight but I feel to weak to even open my eyes there's no way I could've fought off grown adults. That was my last thought before the warmth from the person holding and the vibrations from the car lulled me to sleep.