The Black Dragon

Ch. 2

I sent a swift punch to his face, then another to his abdomen. He tried to punch me back, but I caught his fist and twisted his arm behind his back. Then I kicked the back of his legs so he fell to his knees. I kept applying pressure, making him cry out in pain as the sirens sounded closer.

I felt a shift in the air behind me, ducked and rolled before the object could connect with my head. Apparently, it was a lamp that the Carrie (my 'mom') thought she would throw at me, but instead it almost hit Dane (my 'father'). I shook my head as cops came inside and took the now screaming couple away.

I walked upstairs and unlocked Riley's door with my key. "Hey butter cup," I said softly. She looked up from the doll I had bought her a week ago and smiled. I sat next to her on the bed and started stroking her hair. "Um Carrie and Dane had to leave. And they won't come back for a long, long time," I explained. She looked up at me in curiousity. "Did they die?" "What? No! They didn't die, they just went away. Now they can't hurt you anymore. It'll just be me, and you," I mumbled the last part.

A knock sounded at the doorframe. I looked up, "Yes?" The cop smiled at me and my now sleeping sister. "We need you to come down to the station to file the report," he said quietly. I nodded and got up to put some shoes on Riley. I put her in her jacket then lifted her into my arms. I grabbed some toys and followed the man out the door.

We walked down the stairs and I grabbed our phones. Yes she has a phone. I taught her how to use it just to make sure she is always safe. She knows my number and how to call 911 but knows it's only for emergencies.

I also grabbed her school bag and put the toys inside of it, then grabbing my own bag. As we walked out the house, the cops with Carrie and Dane had already left, but there were still some lurking around. Nearly everyone was out on their porch looking over here. I'm pretty sure everyone in this town knows about the druggies that lived in this house.

"Okay, I'm just going to ask you to get in this car. You can just hold her if you want," he said as he climbed into the car. I got in the passenger seat, putting the bag near my feet. After settling, we were off.

An hour later, I was still sitting in the police station answering questions.

"How often did they beat Riley?"

"Not often. They knew what would happen if they did."

The woman looked surprised. "What do you mean?"

"It's no secret that I streetfight for my money. I'm sure everyone has seen me sporting some type of bruise. They don't bother me. It reminds me that I'm a fighter and I'm doing it all for Riley."

Her face went from confusion, to surprised, to understanding, and lastly awe. Then she started with the questions again.

"Have they ever put their hands on you?"

"Not before tonight no."

"Okay. Those were my last questions. We will contact you if we need you. But right now, we need you to wait over in that room. There are snacks there and drinks," she told me. I nodded and got up with my bag. They had took Riley in there already to distract her from everything. Didn't know they did this type of stuff.

"Ry!!" she squealed as I walked in. I smiled at her and squated so she could reach me. "We play with tea party!" she smiled before dragging me over. I wanted to laugh at the muscular guys sitting there at the tiny table with tea cups in their hands. The funniest part about it is they all had something on, wether it was a tiara, or a wig or something. She loves playing dress up so I bought her a lot of things that she can dress up in.

I laughed really hard at the sight. God if was so funny! The look on their faces when they saw me just made me more hysterical. But then some of the looks turned to lust. My laughter died down when I realized why the other cops were staring so intensely at me earlier. I'm only in a tight tank top and some sweats with my hair in a bun. What? It's not my fault. At least I wasn't still in a sports bra and spandex shorts. That would've been a disaster.

"Okay you guys are really cute and all, but the looks are getting a little creepy." My words snapped them out of it and they all blushed at it. "Ow." My attention snapped straight to my baby sister who had a pain filled face.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. "Daddy, he touched me here, and it hurt." My breathing got much heavier when she pointed to her privates and I stood slowly. I knew the rage was evident on my face because all five guys stood, very warily. "Get her out of here." Immediately two of them grabbed a few dolls and picked Riley up and out the room.

"I should kill that motherfucker!" I roared, kicking the table, making it slam against the wall. I punched the wall, my hand going through it easily. Someone came up behind me and grabbed my arm, but I spun and locked his behind his back. I did it so quickly that he didn't register what I did until I let go. "Never sneak up on a streetfighter," I warned. He looked a little frightened, but tried not to show it. He hid it well, but I've trained myself to read people just like other street fighters.

I checked my phone to see what time it was and just my luck, it was already 3:12. "Damnit I'm not gonna get any sleep tonight," I sighed, "might as well just skip work."

I flopped on one of the chairs and leaned back, closing my eyes. Yeah I'm bipolar, got something to say?

Thought so.