Everybody Deserves a Fighting Chance // ₛₕₐₘₑₗₑₛₛ

Chapter 4|| The What?!

   I groaned, tiredly shutting off the alarm on my phone. A slight confusion as I was in my room but ignored the fact. My morning routine, literally starting my day off with training. Stretching and doing my morning reps, just light stuff to get ready and wake up before my morning run before the real training started. Boss even 'checking in' every now and again. Literally making sure I stay in top shape.. To bring in money. I'm his cash cow. One of his prize fighters. I worked hard to get where I was, the hours of fucking training..

   There's days where I question why I keep doing it. Then I see the bills. I look at the kids. I look at my sister and how tired she is. I look at my brother, twin sorry, and I see how he's actually doing good and liking college now. He could actually fucking go somewhere. No, I know he is, I know he can. And I'm so happy for him but.. I'm tired. Whatever, come on. You can do this. I continue on with the last of my reps, Fiona and Frank making their way by. Fiona gives me an almost worried glance as she passes, but continues knowing I wouldn't say anything if she were to ask. I huffed out, finishing my last set of reps and made my way to the bathroom, finally being able to since Fiona wasn't up here anymore.

   I made my way down the hall slowly as I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. Nick was in plain white boxers, seeming to be doing his own set of morning reps. Honestly seeing him basically naked was hot enough, enough to make me fidget, but him working out was enough to make my heart race.

"Fiona, Lillian!" I jumped, Nick looking over at me. It was obvious I was staring, not really playing it off well.

"Lillian! Fiona!" I turned towards Carl's yell, suddenly out of my trance and taking off rather quickly, Carl sounding annoyed as hell.

"What?! Stop yelling!" Fiona yells at him.

"What the hell is with all the yelling?!" I yell out, close behind her. I look at Carl, gesturing behind him as he sees me.

"Can I help you?" Fiona asks as I finish walking down the stairs, making my way beside her. I study the couple in front of us, wondering who the fuck they were and what the fuck they wanted. They stare at me worriedly for a moment, sharing a horrified look before moving along. Probably from the bruises and split lip I got from yesterday's fight.

"Are you, Fiona?" I look from the woman who spoke back over to her husband. Who did fucking what now?

"Yep."

"We're Derek's parents." I stare at them dully, Fiona doing the same as the house remains in oblivion for a moment.

"Debbie's friend, Derek? We'd like to talk to you about the baby." I try to hide my reaction. Not entirely a pleasant reaction I should add. I was shocked and pissed. Okay pissed! She, all of them, they all know to be fucking careful, we all do! She was there when Lip had the scare, thinking Karen's kid was his. We can't afford another, I don't have time to watch another one!

"What the fuck are you talking about..?" I ask out loud forcefully, hoping I was hearing things wrong. Carl looked over at me and then to Fiona.

"What baby?" Fiona asked.

"Derek and Debbie's baby." We turned back, knowing everyone was here, knowing Debbie was here.

"Are you fucking kidding me..?"

"Holy shit, what else did I miss?" I looked at Carl unimpressed, wrapping an arm over his shoulder tightly. I looked at Fiona, gesturing to the couple.

"Take care of this, now. I'll take care of breakfast." I pulled Carl along with me, glaring Debbie down as I passed by her. I was too pissed to speak now, I don't even have time to be pissed right now. I gotta get fucking going soon, and now I gotta do breakfast for everyone.