A Hot Guy From Hell [Poly BL]

Chapter 1: Enough Is Enough.

Author's note: I want to warn you all that english is not my first language but I'll try my best to make this story an enjoyable read and not confusing, I also have to rewrite this chapter as it was deleted despite me having it saved but honestly I'm happy with how this one turned out!

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Usama's POV:

"5 4 3 2 1!" Chanting surrounded every area of the room as a burst of raws from the people were unleashed.

"OUR ALL-TIME CHAMPION URWAH HAS WON AGAIN!" Tonight's MC shouted signalling the referee to collect all the loosing bidders' money.

Soon after I was allowed to leave the ring, at that moment I felt relief wash over me but I didn't show it.

I walked over to the side lines where the other boxers were sat, waiting for their matches to begin.

"That was awesome man, you knocked him out cold, you made it look so easy we all thought it would be harder for you, and even better you earned a lot of money out of it!"

Looking towards the voice I was met with Victor's grin, on the inside I wanted to scream, this kid never shuts up and I was hoping I didn't have to hear his voice today.

"Thanks" I reply not wanting the conversation to last any longer.

"Leaving so soon?" I could recognise that voice from a mile away, it belonged to Victor's whore girlfriend Vivian.

"Yeah I have no matches left so I'm heading out" I say finally looking at the two while putting my bag strap on my right shoulder.

"I'll walk out with you, I need some fresh air anyway" Vivian spoke quickly with a wide smile, I knew the reason she wanted to go out wasn't for fresh air but to be around me for a little longer.

Before I could reply she was already heading out, so I bid goodbye to Victor and followed after her, controlling myself from letting out a sigh of dismay and instead putting on an unreadable expression.

After what felt like ages we made it outside, it was rather cold, but I like the cold so I didn't mind it at all.

"So this is bye?" Vivian finally said breaking the silence.

"Yeah it is" I said in a cold tone too tired to continue the conversation.

"Well then hopefully I'll see you tomorrow again winning all your matches" she said with a giggle at the end.

"Yeah thanks" I said quickly and walked off before she could reply so that I didn't have to talk to her any longer because I probably would have ended up punching her.

Between Victor and Vivian I honestly don't know who's more bearable.

Breathing in the cold air I realised it was later then I said I would be home by, I guess I'll have another lecture tonight.

Finally making it to the door of my house I took out my keys and quickly unlocked the door only to be welcomed with my parents having what seemed like a screaming match.

The first to notice me was my mother who quickly nudged my father causing him to stop and look at me as well.

Before I could ask what was happening father spoke irritated "your mother has decided that enough is enough, she doesn't want you doing any of that underground fighting anymore or being a troublemaker and I somewhat agree" I could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't want me to stop, afterall out of both my parents he was the only one "supporting" my underground fights, only because it was making a lot of money.

"Explain" I said looking at them bored, I wanted this over with.

"You can either move to your home country to live with your grandfather and leave all of this behind or you can live with some family friends who will straighten you up, they live a few hours away" my mother spoke firmly making sure I heard every word.

"And what if I don't choose?"

"We'll hand you into the police ourselves for illegal underground boxing, they'll deal with you themselves which will probably end with you going to jail" she replied with zero hesitation.

I could feel anger boiling in me but I knew I had to choose wisely, sure I could try begging her not to do this all but this is a great chance to get away from her controlling ass and all these other annoying people.

And living with complete strangers isn't the ideal situation I would want to be in but it's better than living with that abusive old man in a country miles and miles from here and one I'm foreign to.
And I don't want to end up in jail.

"Fine, I'll live with those family friends your talking about" I finally spoke, I just hope those people will be better than everyone I'm surrounded by constantly, anyways it's not like any of them could be murders or anything, but if they were I could probably easily take them on.

"Good choice, go to bed, I've already packed your belongings, we'll be leaving early in the morning tomorrow so be ready and be on your best behaviour" mother said before turning around and heading to her bedroom with father following her.

I felt my anger boil more in me, she knows how much I hate it when people touch my things.

"I hate this shit" I mumbled and made my way to my room locking the door after me.

Sighing I fell onto my bed feeling exhaustion finally weighing over me.

No matter what happens I won't stop fighting, I never will, I'll find a way to continue, I always do.

With that in mind and the hope of tomorrow being a decent day I fell asleep too tired to get washed up first.

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Author's note: well that's it for the first chapter, I hope it was a pleasant read and I'll try updating the next chapter soon! Thank you!