Alexander Ace Peterson has been an underground boxer for nearly his whole life, its always the same thing, train, fight, and win. But his boss tells him that they need something new, that something being a woman. Would having a woman join the fight...
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Blair♧
The sky doesn't threaten to pour but a cold chill does still wrap around me. I'm only in a thin material jacket that barely covers my cotton t-shirt.
The cold pricks at my skin almost painfully and in retaliation clusters of Goosebumps litter the back of my neck. If only I was back in the warm car that was determined to get away from me, controlled by that she-devil, I would be on my way home, I wouldn't be happy but I would be on my way to warmth.
After a few minutes of walking around aimlessly I managed to figure out where I was. Following the country path lane, I located myself back towards town and I can see it just now in the distance. My mother had kicked me out near the ring road that would have lead me onto the motorway, praise me and my excellent geography skills!
Cars file along the road next to me, driving past without giving me so much as a sideways glance. It fuels my anger to know that they are warm and that they are on their way to their happy homes. That should be me, after all this don't I deserve happiness?
The wind blows harsher so my black hair begins to waft in front of my face getting into my eyes, I brush it away frustrated but it keeps coming back. I wrap my arms around my lower middle in an attempt to abduct any warmth from the air and it does nothing to make me warm.
I clench my jaw and continue moving forward, trying to ignore the rage whirling within me. As I creep into town, the shops and stalls come into view and so do the bustling crowds of people. Loud chatter and yells fill the air overpowering the whooshing sound of the wind.
Opposite me, on the other path, a huddle of children, no younger than six, skip along their way hand in hand. A total of seven children, three of which are girls who have their hair styled in adorable pigtails. A crowd of parents follow along behind the children walking slower chatting amongst themselves.
The image looks so perfect and calm, the mothers and fathers are all present and are happy to be taking their children through town. Their children are not a burden to them but a gift. My mother has never taken me through town and even then she has only ever taken me to the park once.
I swallow a lump lodged in my throat and I force my eyes away from the families and force my feet to move.
The place I have been eager to see finally comes into view and I could almost collapse in relief. All feeling of the cold and rage disappears as I know in just a few minutes I will be truly home.
The Burrow and Spade!
The pub stands in between Sandy Hair Dressers and Carpets For You. Its towering frame made up of old oak wood that seems to be building up in cracks along the outer rim. Two baskets alongside each other are home to the Tulips that Derek must be growing, and they are hung above the entrance door.
