Fighter

Chapter 8

"Your such an ugly bitch who should just die. No one can love you, your only around to be used by people. That's your only purpose in life!" snarled the voice thats haunted me for over two years now.

"Why did you have to live you could have just died but you wouldn't. Would have been best for everyone if you weren't alive anymore. People would probably throw party's celebrating your death. Because no one cares or loves you and they never will!" The other voice I've tried to forget snarled.

"N-no y-you are b-both w-wrong." I tried to say firmly but it came out as a stutter and a squeak. Before I knew it they had pounced on me but when I saw their faces I saw Dalton and Caleb. Foster was standing next to us.

I screamed then everything was dark.

My eyes opened quickly. I gasped but then whimpered when I felt the excruciating pain in my head. Its worse than a damn migrane.

I looked around me to see that I was not on that street anymore. Everything came back to me on how it all happened.

The guys using me, the rain, that guy, the threat from 'Killer' and Darron. He had found me there but what was he doing there?

"Your up." I jumped a little then noticed that Darron was sitting in a bean bag chair next to the bed I was laying on.

I moved away from him, scared that he's with that guy who almost killed, then punched me. "Tor im not going to hurt you and I never would." I gave him a weary smile, I tried to speak but my voice felt to sore.

"Hang on let me get some water." He walked out the room and I took the opportunity to examine the room I was in.

The walls were green the one behind me was a dark green while the others were light. It really made the room feel cozy but still cool.

I was currently sitting on a queen sized bed then had black sheets the only thing on the bed that was green was one throw pillow. The room had a desk in the corner with a laptop sitting on it, there was also a few cups filled with stationary.

I looked at the picture next to me, it was a picture of Darron and what looked to be like his father. Darron's child hood wasn't the best, he has this crazy dad who use to make Darron do underground fighting when he was younger.

Though I'm not sure if he's quit the fighting, I will support him even if he is. He's been there for me through everything why wouldn't I.

"I should really get rid of that photo." I accidentally dropped the photo on my lap and squeaked. He handed me the glass of water and I shugged it down. Enjoying the feel of the cold liquid going down my throat.

"Thank you Darron." He smiled at me. He took the glass and set it on the desk. He sat down and ran his fingers through his hair. "Tori what happened to you?" I didn't like the fact that I had almost died but I knew that I would have to tell him.

"I was walking home from the pier and after a while I was pulled into an alley. The guy said he heard of me and he also held a knife against my throat."

"He had spun me around and was going to kill me but something stopped him. So he just punched me and warned me about 'Killer'." At the name 'Killer' Darron's head snapped towards me.

His eyes went wide then they were clouded with anger. "Who is he Darron?" I wanted to know everyone seemed to know except me and it pissed me off. I wanted to meet this motherfucker and beat the shit out of him.

"Tori I don't think thats a good-" I cut him off by standing up and walking towards him. "The guy almost killed me Darron. I want to meet him, so please take me to him."

He sighed and pulled at his hair, I knew I was a frustrating person but I was stubborn as well, so sue me?

"Okay I will take you to him but..." he trailed off he seemed hesistant on telling me what would happen. "Just spill it Darron."

"Okay let me just tell you im not done with the underground fighting. I know the guy from there he's a champion, he's merciless."

"He's great if you're close to him other than that your basically gum under his shoe. I will take you to him but I can't now I need to make you ready for him. He's not a guy who will just let you talk to him."

"He only talks to people who can beat him in a fight, thats how people earn his respect. That hardly ever happens. So im going to train you and your going to be coming with me to some fights. Are we clear?"

I took it all in and all I could really reply to Darron was, "Well he sounds like an arrogant asshole."

Darron laughed and nodded. "Okay Darron let's do this. When do we start training?"

"Well um theres a fight going on tonight and you could tag along with me if you want?" First time going to an illegal underground fight. Hell yeah!

"Lets go!"

We walked out of his apartment and made our way to his car. "Oh I forgot to tell you your phone has been going crazy with calls and texts from Dalton, Caleb and Foster. Who are they and why do they keep saying sorry?" The pain from what Dalton came back and I found that I had accidentally let a stray tear fall.

"Tori tell me what those fuckers did to you." I looked at him and his eyes had turned dark and anger clouded them.

"They asked me last night to go with them to the pier..." I told him the rest of the story.

"Those motherfucking bastards when I see them again im going to rip their balls off then staple it to their foreheads!" I actually started to laugh at his remark, he hardly ever makes threats towards anyone.

"It's okay Darron I should have known better." I shrugged and looked out the window. Just then my phone started to ring, I didn't bother checking the caller ID though I should have.

"Hello?"

"Tori thank God you finally picked up! We have been calling you for over three hours now! Where are you? What happened?"

"Im fine Foster, I said I was leaving since I completed my job that you guys wanted me to do."

"Tori we're sorry! I didn't even know Dalton was going to ask that. We had established that we weren't going to do that to you yesterday. I don't know why he did that but he's an asshole. Please me and Caleb had nothing to do with it!"

"How should I believe you guys after I told you something about my past that hurts, this shit happens! Then 'Killers' men show up-"

"What! 'Killer' sent his men on you? Are you ok? Did they hurt you? Where are you?"

"Im fine Foster I'll tell you about it when I get home im going out with a friend of mine. By the way what happened to you guys when I left?"

"The girls came over but we all, including Dalton, went looking for you. We searched the whole place but you weren't there, then we drove around this whole time looking for you, calling and texting but you don't answer your phone!"

"I'm sorry Foster."

"You have nothing to be sorry about Tori. It's us who should be saying sorry to you. Especially Dalton. Can you forgive us?"

"I don't know, I think you and Caleb have nothing to say sorry about but with Dalton he'll have to prove he's sorry."

"Thank you Tori and don't worry we'll make sure he apologises the right way."

"Okay I got to go bye Foster."

"Bye Tori!" I heard three voices yell over the phone. I put my phone in my pocket and rested my head against the window.

"Do you think it was a good idea to forgive them?" Darron asked. I really thought about it and my answer came to me.

"We'll see if my forgiveness is going to bring me luck or karma now won't we?"

Lets just hope its not the latter.