Alternate Ending

curiosity

I haven't heard from the boys all morning, and when I went out to make some breakfast the house was completely empty.

Perhaps Zach went out to train for a fight tonight, but God only knows what they were doing.

A part of me was extremely curious of Zach. The way smirked one time and the way he'd be intimidating another, it all made me want to know more. I was already told not to mention anything about sister and that he forbid that I attend any of his fights, but a part of me felt that he was keeping something. A part of me felt that first impressions are complete bullshit and that one person would turn out to be completely different from who they've expected to be. Or perhaps it was my inner dramatic alter ego speaking out for me.

Bored, I went out to the garden to check out the different greens these boys planted. Yes, they do garden. No, you aren't the only person surprised by that fact.

My eyes trailed over to a bountiful of mint, some basil, and rosemary. Based on my med studies, these herbs could be used as natural antibiotics, which are things I plan to use to help remove the cuts from Zach's fight.

And in that moment, I have come to another epiphany. Why would these guys allow me to live with them, in exchange for simply cleaning up some cuts and bruises? To me, that sounded like one big unbalanced equation. I don't know when or how I am going to do it... but I am destined to find out the truth.

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After a day of studying and constantly wondering where the boys were it was 9PM and I heard the noise of key clicking in the kitchen. And that was my cue.

Like a stealth ninja, I follow what looks like Alex's shadow as he heads out. Fortunately, he was taking the motorcycle and he left the scooter that was left in the garage. I'm glad he took the motorcycle with him because I've placed a mini tracker in it and I plan on using it to find out where this "fight" was.

After waiting 15 minutes or so, I make my way the arena that I was originally prohibited to go to.

Travelling through the streets of New York in a scooter is easier said than done. But hey, I've managed to make it to the arena. Like the previous fight, this fight was a secret underground match that was solely based on bets of others. With a big sigh of courage, I discretely make my way towards the arena, which was full of half naked and sweaty people. How pleasant.

From a distance I can see Alex and Zander patching up some stuff on the ring. The real question is, where is Zach?

Coincidentally, a familiar voice startles me from behind.

"What are you doing here?" Zach says, grabbing my arm and bringing me to the little room where he was practicing his punches.

"I'm here to do my job. Patch up some cuts and bruises right?" I say, pulling away from his grip.

"You could've just waited at home Eleanor." He says, walking over to his punching bag, throwing continuous punches. I would not mess with this guy.

"What's wrong with me being here?" I say, placing one hand on my hips.

"You aren't safe here." He says, keeping his eyes glued to the punching bag.

"Of course she's safe here." Another voice enters and I watch as Zach begins to tense. The sight of his locked jaw and scowl indicated that whatever was going to happen wasn't going to end pretty.

"Kyle, get out. You have no business here." Zach curses as he makes his way in front of me.