Madonna as Jessica and James mother, cause who else would be better. Now about 250 of you mother fuckers have read this please leave comments cause i have no clue if you like it or not. So fuck you.
Comment.Vote.Follow.
I love all of you.my little kittens. And if you want to listen to music while reading this, whore by in this moment or if your girly amnesia by 5sos.
Left . Right . Uppercut. Left. Right. Uppercut. Its a flow of emotions coming threw my arms . They don't stop they just keep going. Everytime i've been on the lower hand i will never again be helpless. Everytime I fight I prove im not helpless. Mother. She's the cause of all my anger. Putting me on the street to become a slut like her. Fuck no. "Mom ... are you alright. MOM!!!" i hear my nine year-old self screaming as i watch her fall to the ground in front of the house "WHORE" i hear a voice call that wasn't my father's. Fucking whore. Left. Right. Uppercut. A man who I've only seen at the store comes and shoves my moms face into the ground , kicking in her ribs. Screaming i try to push him off her, He pushes me back. Then my brother comes out he being only 13 he put up a fight.
Left. Right. Uppercut. Left. Right. Uppercut. Then nothing the memories just stop and i stare at the punching bag swinging violently. "Hey, jess you alright kiddo?" Its now, im not a nine year-old little girl thats helpless. Sometimes i wish i could wake up with amnisa and just forget everything "yah, im fine. Just zoned out for a second their" i look at a confused Ryan and back at the punching bag. Left. Right. Uppercut. "You should really wrap your hands while using a punching bag, you'll split your knuckles" I hear someone elses voice that isn't Ryans. I look up at a guy who's about eighteen - twenty. "Im lookin for a fighter named jess, do you know'em?" I laugh to myself its typical to have my reputation and to have people think I'm a guy. Sexest bastards. Ryan says "your lookin at her" the guy looks shocked, he should really get used to having really good fighters being girls. "Your jess?" I form a smug smile on my face "the one and only" i say to him.
"Your jess the fighter, the one that fights under the bridge?" Their was a strong silence for a few seconds "yes dumbass that is who i am weather you choose to believe it or not is up to you. What are you looking for me for?" He looks at me with a bit of surprises "your a bit feisty for a kid your size" "THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN" im yelling now Ryan trys to get me to calm down but i don't it just makes me mpre pist..."would you like to get into the ring and I'll show you how feisty i am?" "Thats something i couldn't pass on is it?" I shake my head and slowly he takes off his shirt. Hes wearing a whitbeater and some sweat pants. Showing off his tight muscles . Hey im a teenage girl too. Guys with alot of muscles is a turn on of mine. "Gloves or no gloves?" I give him the option if he says gloves hes a pussy if not it shows that this guy has balls. "No gloves. But wrap your hands you'll split your knuckles punching me." Fuck tard has another thing coming. "Ready when ever you are princess." I say to him, we both step into the ring. "I'm ready." Ryan rings the bell to start.
Left. Right. Uppercut. As easy as that mystery man was on the ground with a bloody nose. He dodged my first punch I'll give him that but got to caught up in it that he didn't even see my left coming. I hand mystery man a tissue "whats your name mystery dude?"
A/N if you have a snapchat add me...
Comment.Vote.Follow
YOU ARE READING
The city
Teen Fiction14 year-old Jessica lives in a place where know one knows her name. She can walk the streets at 3 in the mourning and no one would ever notice . Jessica lives with her cracked out mother, and older brother. she's constantly sleeping at her "friends...
