The Black Dragon

Ch. 1

I limped home ignoring the pain in my body. At least I had won two thousand dollars.

You see, I'm a streetfighter, and one of the best at that. Everyday, I wake up at 5:30, go to work for an hour and a half, hurry to school and end up being late anyway, leave school as soon as the final bell rings, pick up and drop off my sister, go back to work until 10, then go out streetfighting until at least 12 am, and do it all over again a few hours later. Nice life huh?

I arrived at my house and walked through the door. It was unlocked as always. My so called 'parents' would never give a shit if we were robbed as long as the burglar didn't touch their weed or weed money. And you know where that money comes from? My hard work.

My three year old little sister, Riley ran down the stairs and into my arms. I winced but embraced her back and lifted her into my arms. "They did it again," she shakily whispered in my ear. I got angry at what she told me. "Go up to your room, lock the door and don't come out no matter what," I said, putting her down. I didn't have to worry about not getting in, I have a spare key that unlocks the doors to this house.

I walked to the living room to see two lazy bums lazing on the couch smoking pot. "What the fuck is your problem!?" I yelled at them. I'm so fucking tired of this man. So damn tired. They had scared looks on their faces. They better be afraid, cause if it wasn't for Riley and the fact that I might end up killing them both, I'd beat the living shit out of them.

"I told you guys, that if I came home, and she told me you put your hands on her again, I would kill you. But you don't deserve the easy way out. I'm calling the cops." It took a few seconds as I typed the numbers into my phone for them to realize what I had said. "Wait!! Please don't do it!! We're so sorry and we'll make up for it."

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked in a calm voice. "My birth givers were abusing my little sister," I stated coldly, glaring at my sperm doner. "You pathetic little bitch!!" he yelled. My left eye started twitching. "Me the bitch? I'm the bitch!? Really? No you're the fucking bitch because you can't even take care of this fucked up family!! You have your 17 year old daughter work day and night to pay the bills, put food on the table and pay for your damn weed!! And you can't talk about pathetic! All you do is hit a three year old and smoke pot to make yourself feel better, and you have the nerve to call me pathetic? I don't fucking think so!!" I yelled.

"Don't talk to your parents that way you slut!!" my carrier screamed. "Your not my fucking parents!! Parents take care of their child, but I've been taking care of myself since I was five!! You don't deserve to be called a parent, all you did was give birth to me, didn't love or care or any of that shit for me!! And now you resort to hitting a kid who can barely pronounce their own name? Plus don't call me a slut when you had to test thirty different men to find out who was Riley's father!! Mind you, you weren't even the one to find him, I was!! Not to mention him being twenty years younger than you!!!"

They looked shocked at my outburst and kept quiet. "I'm gonna need your address honey. And where is your sister?" the operator reminded me of her presence. "725, Fielder street," I answered, "And she's up in her room." "Okay. There are officers on their way. I would like you to stay on the phone with-," she was cut off by my sperm doner punching me across the face.

My head snapped to the side, and the phone fell out my hand. I looked back at him, cracked my neck and knuckles then said, "You shouldn't have done that."