Russell

High Class Princess

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Samantha

I feel so shaken up, even after days of the incident with Craig. My mom, of course, was still mad at me. I had numerous calls from her and from Craig's mom, begging me to drop the charges against him. But believe it or not, my dad warned me not to do it.

I didn't want to deter the relationship between him and Craig's dad. The man is a very nice guy and a complete gentleman, unlike his son who's the biggest douch I had ever met. I can't believe I ever dated him.

Russell fought two nights ago, and I was ecstatic that he had won the fight. He almost lost of course, after the maniac that fought against him realized he had a hairline fracture on his rib, hurting Russell repeatedly on his ribs. But that only fueled Russell to keep going.

The fight went on pretty crazy until the third round, where Russell knocked the guy unconscious from a blow to the face. I was so excited that I cheered for him like a maniac. Except, I didn't know that the fight was going to be aired on TV. Dad saw the fight and he was actually worried for Russell.

By the time we returned, Dad was waiting for us, sitting outside by the cafe downstairs from our apartment. He had a bag in hand with all sorts of ointments and gauze and stuff to help Russell with his injuries. I was really touched, to be honest.

We were so excited about the fight that night, that we didn't even celebrate New Year's Day. It wasn't until the next day when we saw Dad and he hugged us, wishing us a happy New Year that we remembered. He took us, along with Uncle Fred and Phoebe out to eat to celebrate the new year.

After, we went back home, and had a good rest. At least I thought we could; Russell tossed and turned from the pain on his side from the broken ribs. So now, after days of stubbornness, I finally made him come to a doctor to check out his ribs.

His uncle, Caleb has been insisting that he keep practicing for the next fight, happening in two months. He's hassled Russell with phone calls and texts, and if it wasn't for Uncle Fred, he probably would still be blowing up Russell's phone.

Still, because of what happened to me with Craig, Russell has not left my side. Everywhere I go, he goes despite his discomfort. Whether I need to go to the store to get groceries, or to the pet store to grab food for Mochi. That little kitten is getting so big. Her energy has multiplied, having her run around the house like crazy.

The first thing Russell did when his check arrived was buy her a big scratching post that looked like a castle, setting it in the living room for her, and he even installed a huge cat tree with a hammock and a tiny cave filled with her favorite toys where she can snuggle inside when she wanted more privacy. I can definitely say she is one spoiled baby.

"You need to take it easy on yourself, son. These fractures look really bad. If you keep up this pace, you risk having a punctured lung from your ribs. I'm afraid you need to lay off these fights for at least a good four to six months." the doctor warned Russell, making my eyes widen in shock.

He clenched his jaw, puckering his lips; I could tell he was debating the doctor's prognosis. "I can't take that long off. I need to keep fighting doc. This is what I do. It's, my job, my career for now if I may say."

"I get that son. But, there must be other ways for you to make money. This is not your only option." the doctor tried reasoning with Russell, making him sigh frustratingly.

"Russell. I get you're young and you feel like you can take on the whole world on your own. But the fact of the matter is son, you can't. Everyone needs help sometimes, and we are all here for you. Don't be so stubborn, kid. You have all of us backing you up." Uncle Fred added, placing his hand over Russell's shoulder.