Lil, Lip's twin sister helps run things. Even more so now that Lip is gone for College and Carl is in Juvie. She just wants what's best for her family, so much so she's willing to set aside her own wants and desires. That's till white boy Carl retur...
'She wants to keep it Lil, keep it! You gotta text her. Please. Convince her not to have the baby without going psycho on her please.' I groan heavily, stopping from entering the gym.
'Alright alright fuck. Texting her now.' I ignored Fiona's last text going to Debbie's contact in my phone.
'Listen Debs I know you think this is what you want but its not. You don't really want this. A baby isn't just something for show or for status. This is a real living thing Deb. It takes more work and effort than you realize to raise a baby'
'I'm sick and tired of you and fiona thinking you know whats best for me! I can make decisions for myself its my body!' I growled out quietly, throwing the phone in the bag and resumed for Tony's office.
"Done, ropes or bag next?" I asked, trying not to let my attitude seep out, still irked from Debbie's bullshit. Stress. Not entirely wanting to be here but since I was, fuck it.
"Bags. You know why? 'Cause as luck would have it I got the perfect way for you to make it up to me for clearing my schedule on Friday for nothing.. by taking on Ripley Stavros." The name almost sounded familiar. He leans forward on his desk, tapping it harshly.
"Looootta people gonna be here for this one. So I need you on your best." It's not the first time he's put me up against another big fighter, usually I win but there have been times I've lost. I've lost a few times to random ones that I shouldn't have, usually shit happening that day, like when Fiona got arrested. Shit happens. But he seemed especially antsy about this one.
"Since you wanted to clear my day so badly, guess this'll give me something to do. In the meantime I want you training morning, noon and night, keep you in the mindset. Go, get fucking ready... And Lillian.." He says curtly, his threatening demeanor from before suddenly over. I nod slowly, usually doing good at not reacting. I do so without much question, and learned it's easier not to question. A lesson learned a few harsh times to many but.. Yeah. I turn back, standing in the doorway, looking back in his eyes as he once again stops playing on the computer.
"You better not fuck this up.." She must be important, never seen boss so worked up. Greaaat, that means the fucking training is gonna be hell. It's hell on a normal day, a big fighter, like Crowley, hell.. So I can only imagine the training I'm in for with the way he looked.
"Stavros?" I couldn't help but ask about the new person I'd be fighting, usually I fight whoever I had too, no questions asked other than when. He looks back up, the warning and seriousness in his eyes the answer I needed alone.
"She's not some little half ass fighter like you. She's upcoming top dog, somewhere'd you be, if you'd actually put in the fucking work! Go! Bags! Amy's coming in one hour to spar, be fucking ready!" I had already made my way out of the room, knowing where that was going and always ended the same, unless I made a remark which usually then resulted in me on the ground. Of course, I can't really hit him back, for a number of reasons. In simple terms, he still owns me. Until I die, or for some reason no longer needed for this job, he owns me. And seeing as I still got everyone to help look after, I'd say he's gonna end up owning me for a while.
I groaned, closing the door quietly behind me. My whole torso, burning and throbbing, my legs weak and fists still bleeding I'm sure. My face, I'm sure had a few more bruises, pretty sure Amy fucking busted my eyebrow open, not sure if it was blood or sweat running down my temple. I wanted nothing more than to take a shower, but I'm too sore and tired to keep standing.
I tried to keep my pain quiet, the stairs seeming to be never ending as I toil up the stairs. The whole house seemed asleep, me being the only one to disrupt the peacefulness. I swung open my door, trying to be so quiet but it was hard as the door squeaked as it slowly swung open. I exhale out heavily, walking in and setting my bag down.
"Lil."I turned around, smiling softly as I saw Liam standing there. I nod softly, walking to him while handing out a hand.
"I'm sorry, buddy, did I wake you?" He shook his head, pointing to his room. He grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. I did a quick scan, Ian in bed sleeping soundly, Carl passed out on his bed, and even Nick looked asleep on the floor under Carl, a makeshift bed he seemed to have set up. I almost smiled, refocusing as Liam brought me to his window. You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"Seriously, Frank?" I grumbled exasperatedly, shaking my head as he loaded up our backyard with people. Honestly, what the fuck ever for tonight. Least of my problems at the moment.
"It's okay, it's just. It's Frank being Frank. Come on, back to bed, carebear." I shoo Liam to bed, him giggling out as I tickled him back into bed. I couldn't help but smile, trying to keep my own laugh quiet as I shushed him.
"Booboo?" I stopped from tucking him in, as he gestured to my face. I smiled sadly, shaking my head.
"Oh, this? This is nothing." I play it off as he gets comfy. I duck down quickly, giving him a peck on the head before standing back up.
"Nightnight, buddy. Love ya." He smiles, rolling over dramatically.
"Love, Lil." I felt my eyes sting at this, smiling to myself before getting up to leave. Looking back out the window as I see a fucking van being reversed into the yard now. Frank noticed me, waving dramatically as he saw me. I scoff through my teeth, flipping him off aggressively.
"Fuck you.." I mouth aloud at him. I walked away from the window right after, in case he took that as an invitation to start talking, not wanting him to wake the house. I look over the boys, nodding to myself.
"Night, guys." I whisper to myself, knowing everyone was asleep but, just had to say goodnight anyways. Mainly since I wasn't able to earlier.
"Night.." I heard it, but like, not really at the same time. Figuring it was Carl or something speaking in his sleep or maybe I was just hoping somebody would have said it back. I do get punched in the head almost everyday sooo.. like.. possible I'm just fucking going crazy. I shake my head, falling on my bed heavily, it suddenly feeling like the most comfortable thing in the whole world.
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