Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

15. Surprises

The blood kept coming as we both blocked and threw our own punches. I was surprised the blonde bitch knew how to throw a punch. It shocked me when she never once went for the hair, she wen for the face. I didn't know who threw the first punch, but I had a feeling it was me. I didn't know where this new profound anger came from but it helped me. At that moment, I didn't feel any pain, just anger and hatred. Her eyes were both black, blue, and bloody. Her lip was split. The blonde bouncy hair was now thrown everywhere and had specks of blood in it. I'm pretty sure I didn't look that good either.

My right eye was cut at the side, thanks to her ring she had an advantage. My lip was also cut, and I could feel some body parts becoming bruised. It just . . .didn't matter to me at that exact moment. Every moment led up to this. When people doubted me, said mean things to me, Josh, my moms lies, my dad, my stupid fucked up family, this blonde chick. All that anger was put into this fight. And I'd be damned if she won.

It felt like the fight had been going on for thirty minutes. Hell, it felt like thirty minutes. When I threw punch after punch, I didn't know where this part of me came from. Not once did I learn how to fight, whether it be boxing, Karate,  or self defense. But somehow, I blocked each punch, and kicked forward.

Everything that was outside of me was ignored. It was like white noise. Nothing was heard through my ears. Not even the wind. I was just focused on one thing, and that was this girl. She came after my father. My father. A whore that didn't have any class or respect for herself. Like I said, she wanted a fight? Well, she's got one.

I cried out as my back and head hit the concrete with a loud smack. Sugar straddled me and continued to throw punches. "Had enough bitch?"

The blood trickled down the side of my mouth and onto the floor. I chuckled and balled up my fists and smirked bloodily. "Sweetheart, I'm just getting started." With my left first I threw it up and decked her right in the mouth.

Her body fell backwards and this is when I copied her movements just a second ago. Straddling her waist, I was the one that threw the punches. Left, right, left, headbutt. It was the retune for me. Her nails dug into my shoulders, neck, and face, trying to desperately get me off of her. But to no avail did it work. Somehow, at that very moment, I was stronger than her. It may have been the adrenaline or it could of been just me. . . oh, who am I kidding? It was the adrenaline.

I fisted her hair into my hands and made sure she was looking at me. "You listen to me, and you listen good. You come near my father again, you think, look, or touch him again, I will fuck you up again. I'm not afraid to go to jail." Yes I was. "Do you understand me? Leave my family out of this. Go back to wherever you came from, Sugar."

She cackled like a witch and smirked, "You're not a princess. You're absolutely nothing."

I tilted my head and was shocked at what came out of my mouth. I don't know where I pulled this statement out of but it seemed to give me strength for some reason. "You're right I'm not a princess - I'm a fucking queen."

She squeezed her cheeks in, and at first I didn't know what she was doing, but when her bloody spit plopped onto my face like a raindrop, I knew what she was doing. The bitch was trying to gather another round of spit to spit into my face. I quickly wiped off my face and in the same second another round of punches were emptied into her face.

"WEN! Come on, baby girl get off of her!" Juice came running towards me and tried to peel me off of her. I kicked furiously and clung to Sugar. I wanted to finish this. I wanted her to be unconscious by the time I was going to be done with her. "Winnie, let go! Yo, Chibs! A little help here! Can someone pleas get . .  .someone!" His voice was in my ear, and his arms were wrapped around underneath my breasts.