The Secret Fighter

Prologue

Chantelle Blanc POV

I had to get out of here, but I can't just bail on the fight. I've never chickened out of a fight and I don't plan on starting but I need to get out, the cops are going to be called. With the amount of adrenaline running through my vanes right now I make a dash for the nearest exit of the old lane way.

I've been street fighting for nearly 3 years and have only ever been caught once with one of the residence that were near by, but I escaped as soon as they turned. I started fighting when I was only 13 but before that my parents signed me up for boxing saying I need to know'Self Defense'. Yeah well here I am now, with my fighting addiction I guess you could call it.

My legs feel like they're about to cave in but I need to keep running I already hear the sirens of the police cars so I really need to get out of here. This fight should of been the biggest brawl of the year but the stupid person who set it up did it to close to usable buildings and we set an alarm.

I find another ally way and quickly jump in.  Hear heavy footsteps rush past the entry/exit of the ally and make sure to press myself closer to the slimy wall im up against. A few of the footsteps slowed. My breathing increases, I cant get caught. Not today.

"Anybody there?" Asks the person. I try to keep as quiet as possible and keep my breathing to a minimum as they edge closer.

I soon feel a hand being placed on my should, travelling down to where my hands now lay behind my back being tied up. "Let me go!"I tried but of course no luck.

"Anything you do or say-" The voice who I am now guessing is an officer started saying until he realized im not listening but rather yelling curse words into the air.

Before I know it im being shoved into the back of a car and getting taken to where I guess is the police station. I've been to the police station so I know what it looks like and where i'm being moved to is not what the towns police station looks like. Its the grand jail we've got downtown. Great.

"Chantelle Ace Blanc!" Even greater..my parents were called. "We are incredible disappointed in you, young girl!"

I just shrugged and let the officers take my to my holding cell. I wouldn't of even thought if my parents were called they would come.They never came to any of my boxing matches only dropped me off, even sometimes I had to catch a bus.

I over heard a few words being passed between my birth givers and my warden. Apparently they are paying my bail. We aren't poor but weren't incredibly rich like a lot of people in my town.

"Did you hear how much your bail was!" My mother whisper-screamed at me while we were walking to their car. "$20,000, that's coming from your college fund! We will continue this talk at home."

The car ride home was silence and not the kind that anyone wants. It was the kind were your parents are thinking about your punishment and what level of torture you'll be set to. No doubt mine will be over the top harsh.

When we arrived at our semi-mansion house my parents pretty much shoved me out of the car and into the house. Yep,they aren't happy with me.

"Why!"My father demands. "Why did you do it!"

"Because I did, Okay!" I screamed back starting to loose it with my parents. Ever since i was born they always expected me to be like my late, older sister who died when she was 21 due to cancer. She was always the golden child, never got in trouble and was always allowed out.

"Thats not a reason Chantelle!" That time my mother talked, "I want you to go to your room and pack. We don't want a criminal living in our house let alone breathing the same air but we can't always have what we want, can we!"

"Then why did you bail me out, huh!"  I started, "Why didn't you let me rot in the jail cell and make me learn my lesson!"

Before they replied I ran up stairs and got out my suitcase and started packing up my clothes and necessity's. I was already beyond furious so when my parents words about me being worthless and a disappointment rung in my head I cracked. I grabbed my lamp and threw it at my windows causing it to smash into pieces. No doubt my parents heard judging by the sound of feet running up the stairs.

"CHANTE-WHAT DID YOU DO" Now my father was beyond furious with my actions. I finished packing up my stuff which included;

*Clothes

*Laptop

*Secret stash of money

*Hair& Make-up

And anything else I may of picked up. I threw my suitcase out my window hoping that it doesn't fly open.

"For the record, you two are the ones who made me fcked up." I screamed at them before jumped out the shattered windows onto the mattress I had under my window from previous sneak-outs.

A/N The image at the top/side is a picture of Chantelle Ace Blanc.

How'd you like the prologue of my first book? This is definitely something im not used to writing but I think I did pretty good.

*WARNING*Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. This is my first book and after completion will be undergoing major editing. Thank you