Fighting for Love

Chapter One-Ryder

Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight.

I hear the chants of the crowd. As seconds go by in the ring, the amount of money in the bowl increases. The better you are the more money from the bowl you get. I open my eyes, looking at my opponent. The forty year old man meets my eyes.

"Ready to die?" I roll my eyes, watching as he aims a wicked punch at my cheek. Only it didn't hit, quick as a bullet, I stopped his punch then landed one of my own.

Without a second thought, I kick him, landing with my back to him. I turn around, catching the glint of silver. I lean back dodging the deadly knife. Almost every fight I have ends up like this. I throw a punch to his jaw, letting him slice my arm in the process. I kick the knife out of his hand, then landing a roundhouse kick to his temple.

He falls to the ground, unconscious. "The winner is R.A.D." screams the announcer. He lifts my left arm into the air. I hiss as his hand hits the cut. I climb down out of the ring, chugging a water bottle. I wrap my arm, then re-tape my hands. My knuckles are already starting to bruise and I have only fought twice.

"Next is Bullet against R.A.D." The announcer says. With a small nod at the crowd, and climb back into the ring. Bullet is a tall black haired fifteen year old. Why he is fighting in the ring at that age, I have no clue.

They owner wants me to become a coach or a teacher, but I'm not up for that kind of stuff. Remembering my own story makes me want to break something, let alone hearing why young kids want to fight.

While I was distracted with my own thoughts, Bullet punched me. My head flings to the side, letting a section of my hair show. The crowd gasps, and my eyes narrow. When my head comes back to glare at Bullet, he was already aiming a punch at my face. With a hiss, I block it, then sweep his legs out from under him.

"Hey Bullet. My name is R.A.D for a reason." With that, I break his arm, then knock him out. Once I climb from the ring, I gather my money and go to leave.

"R.A.D. just one more fight." Asks a fighter. "I want to see if you are worth it."

I cock an eyebrow, wondering who the hell this kid is. If he wants to play this game, I will win. "Nice try."

"No seriously, they want me to find a fighter to be my mentor. And I just thought that maybe if I saw you fight once more that I might learn something." He shrugs his shoulders, and I roll my eyes. I throw my money into my gym bag, before flinging it over my shoulder.

"You want to learn technique, then you better be here every time I fight. Technique is what you need to win. Nothing else. Fighting isn't about how strong you are, or how hard you punch. It's about being able to find someones weakness, and knowing how to take them out." He stares at me shocked. "Figure it out kid. I don't take on anyone." With that, I glare at the owner, then walk out.

As I walk down an alley to get to the rich side of town, a guy tries to grab my ass. I flip him onto his ass, "What the heck, tease?"

"Don't touch me." After I say that, I get to the road that my house is on. Its not even a house, more of a mansion. I hate this house so much. My brother and sister abused me, almost to the point where I wasn't able to move. My parents spend so much time over seas, that I basically had to raise myself. After so much time, I just quit attempting to mend our relationship.

I climb up my fire escape, making sure that my room is still locked. I moved my dresser in front of my door, making the only escape the balcony. "RYDER OPEN THIS DOOR! MOM AND DAD ARE COMING HOME TOMORROW, YOU BETTER BE PRESENTABLE!!!" My sister Maii shouts through the door. Once I hear her footsteps move, I move the dresser. Maii, Quinn, and I all have our own hallways in the house and my parents are on the complete opposite side, where they could never hear me scream.

I put on a pair of yoga shorts and a Slipknot t-shirt. Eventually, I climb into bed. But not before closing the curtains over my balcony. I close my eyes, drifting into a blissful sleep.

The next morning, I wake up to banging on my door. Groaning I roll over and answer it. My brother Quinn was at the door. His eyes rake across my legs and up to my eyes. "What do you want?" I ask, already feeling uncomfortable.

"I want you. But maybe later." I shudder, "Maii wants us downstairs."

Even at 22 years old, I am still forced to listen to my siblings. I grab a pair of sweatpants and slide them over my shorts. I take a deep breath and walk downstairs.

"Ryder, clean the kitchen and living room. You have two hours." I glance at the clock in the foyer, realizing that its six in the morning.

I grab the cleaning supplies and get to work. After an hour and a half, I was just finishing up, when Maii starts yelling at me. "You should be done by now! What the fuck have you been doing?" She smacks me. "If you aren't finished in two minutes I will make sure that you regret it."

I roll my eyes putting the cleaning supplies back. I walk upstairs and take a shower, getting dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans that I had in high school, a maroon tank-top that I bought from a thrift shop, and my black converse (the most expensive thing I own). I throw my long brown hair up into a bun. I get downstairs.

I stand between my siblings, waiting for my parents to walk through the door. When they get through the door, the three of us act like the perfect children. "Ryder!" My dad shouts, picking me up and spinning me. I let out a fake giggle. Then hug my mother. "How have you guys been?"

"Perfect now that you guys are home." Maii says sweetly. I suppress a sigh. I'm in for a long night.

Authors Note!
So I wanted a story that's different and unique. Its summer vacation now so two weeks at the latest the next chapter will be posted. Please give me feedback..
-JJ <3