The Fighter

Chapter five

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Younger sister... Is that even possible? Younger sister... Younger! He said that his dad left when he was born. Maybe his mom re-married. Or was it unannounced? I stared at Hazel's hand stretched out. When I came back to my senses, I quickly shook it. "Nice to meet you Hazel." I smiled. She smiled back and went upstairs. "You've got explaining to do." I said in a matter of fact manner.

"I know. She's actually my foster sister. Mom found her when I was two, she was hardly a month old. Crying her eyes out at the side of the road. She doesn't know that she's adopted." He explain. I gaped at him.

"Heartless people. This kind of people make me sick." I turned to look at the stairs.

"I know. I feel the same. Come on now, let's drop you home." I smiled as I got into the car.

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"Thanks for dropping me home." I say as I reach my door. He shrugs.

"You coming today? Fighting match?" He asks. I nod. "Great. See you then." he walks back to his car and drives off.

I walk into the house, trying my best not to let out a sound. Squeak squeak. "Shelly Elizabeth Summers, come here this instant!" Dad called from the living room. Curse the damn floor! I hate you! "Come here now!" He yelled. "Please?" I rolled my eyes and walked into the room. Ever since the incident with mom, he tries not to scold me and Sam. He tries his best to keep his temper in control. "Where have you been baby? I've waited all night for you..."

"I was at a friend's house," I look down at the floor. Hey, I like these tiles. How come I never noticed them?

"You made a friend?" He asked, suprised but nodded anyway. "Thats so.... nice." I rolled my eyes. "You should invite them over for dinner. Really. You should." Is the last thing I here before I headed upstairs into my room.

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"So," I started with punching the bag. "My dad wanted me to invite you and your family over for dinner." Chase stopped the punch bag.

"Really? Wow. I'll talk to mom though. She usually has night shifts." He says. "What's up with the heels? I thought you didn't like them." I look down at my heel boots. I shrug. I didn't feel like wearing heels but these heels are an exception. They are blocked heels. They once belonged to my mother when she was young. I am surprised that they haven't torn off.

"I own just this pair. They are pretty comfortable actually. They were my moms." I smile. His eyes soften as he nods understanding. The fight was going to start in 15 minutes. I was just doing my usual warm ups. I seriously hate this job sometimes. Might as well join the army. After a few minutes of warming up, we were called in the arena. Once the fight started, everyone was shouting and screaming. I remained calm knowing that my name would called soom. Chase too looked pretty calm the whole time.

Usually the people who share their given rooms (for example I share my gym-room with Chase) fight together. But that doesn't mean that you get paid less or more. "Next fighters, Shelly Summers fighting Chase Bones!" My eyes nearly dropped from the socket and so did Chase's. This was a rare case were partners become opponents. Our boss, Henry, had a smirk on his face while my manager, Robbie, he had a worried look. I got on the ring from the left side while Chase got on from the right.

The screams and cheers increased their volume as I looked at Chase. He had a look that said, 'just do what you have to'. I nod to him as we come on the centre of the ring. Chase takes a minute to remove his shirt that was clinging onto him. Curse Henry for not having an AC. He. Then turned to me. "You might want to remove yours as well." He yelled over the noise. I looked down at my tank top to see it was sticking to me as well. I removed my top and threw it at Robbie who gave me a wierd look.