The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 28• Taking Each Day Punch-By-Punch

Chapter 28• Taking each day Punch-By-Punch

"Don't move a muscle."

At a millisecond before the mysterious guy said that, I needed to blink. So I did. What was I doing now? Frozen with my eyes closed. I don't know what I was afraid of. But whatever it was, it caused me to not even contemplate opening my eyes. Not for now, anyway.

There was a silence looming over us-by us, I mean my four friends and I, and I have no idea how many others, let alone who. It was a terrible silence, one where I would rather hear the pelting of my bare feet against the concrete running away from this scene, along with my four friends. One where the atmosphere was palpable, due to the build up of tension and uneasiness. I heard a shuffle from very, very close to me.

Please, every Saint and God up there, please keep my friends-my family that aren't connected by blood-and I safe.

"Well, introduce me you must, to your lovely friends here who I wouldn't want around right now if I were you." The same voice from before said. At this, I peeled my eyes open to observe my surroundings. My eyes landed on a stiff Blake. He was not even a metre in front of me, in a protective and ready to pounce stance. Keeping my head forward, I saw Mike and Ryan, a metre apart next to Blake. Bridget wasn't in direct sight, but from my peripheral vision she was close behind me and behind the other two.

Glad that I could see them, I looked ahead of Blake to a man, tall and if he were just a few kilo's lighter than I would say he was edging on scrawny, standing in a menacing stance. The moonlight reflected on his face slightly, illuminating half of his face. Although I think he didn't realised that he was half-revealed, because judging from what I can see, his eyes looked too wide and lips parted breathed in and out in heavy breaths. He may be trying to appear menacing, but I think he is just as frightened as we are.

From the illuminating moon, I could also make out a deep scar in his cheek. It made him more spine-chilling, but I have to remember that he is human, and can't be capable of anymore than us.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Blake's harrowing tone would've caused me to tremble if I could actually move. I have no idea what to expect, but a conversation and introductions wasn't on the top of the list of my expectations.

The guy, which now I realised was dressed in all black, took a step forward, unfortunately further into the darkness. I was surprised how well we all were handling this situation. Calm wouldn't be my explanation, but at least not like psychotic animals with their phobia standing in front of them. Maybe it was the boys, or should I say men, that gave me a strong sense of safety and security.

"Maybe next time, Hunter. For now, I think you'll be honoured to be in the presence of my... little, friends. Boys?" Scar was the name that came to my head first when I tried to think of a name. I was surprised and disgusted that he knew Blake. Scar called out and seconds later, 1, 2... 3 guys piled out from a door. They weren't as tall as Scar, although scar wasn't what I would call... bulk. He was slightly lacking in the muscles department whereas the three who had now joined us were evidently gifted in masculinity. "Catch-ya, Hunter and the gang." Scar turned around and didn't look back, and none of the three looked to the direction of him. The three were in positions that said 'I'm looking for fun but I'm looking for blood'.

"Ella, grab Bridget and run back." I suddenly heard the quiet yet frantic whisper of Blake. He was leaning back, as if backing away from the opponent, while looking at the three. None of the three suspected that he was communicating with me. I looked down at the ground and back up as my form of a nod. Not knowing what was going to happen here was terribly frightening, especially because it involved my friends. And Blake.