Fighter

Chapter 9

We arrived at an old abandoned factory. It gave me the creeps, the walls needed a new coat of paint and most of the windows were shattered. All in all I did not want to go in there.

Stop being such a baby! The voice in my headed scolded. I seriously get so annoyed by it.

"Are you sure you want to do this Tor, we don't have to if you don't want to?" I knew Darron was trying anything to keep me away from this place. It just gave me all the more reason to do this.

"We're doing this no matter what you say Darron." He nodded and we got out the car. There were many other cars around us but it looked like Darron had his own reserved parking. Literally he had a name plate and everything.

We walked past a few people who looked really intimidating. Darron had made me wear something more appropriate for this event. Im now wearing black skinny jeans, combat boots, a leather jacket and a tank top.

My hair was loose so it was flowing down. If I have to be honest I think I looked really good from what I usually look like. He said these clothes would give me a more intimidating look.

And it did the people who looked at me either avoided eye contact or just gave me a respectful nod.

We walked into the building and I wanted to leave right away. All my senses were going haywire. The smells in here were awful, sweat, blood, alcohol, drugs, sex. I cringed at all the horrific smells.

The people around me looked even worse, some looked decent but others....ugh! Im not a person who really judges people off their looks but so far to the guys they are assholes.

About three already have tried to touch my ass and each time its either me or Darron punching or kicking them.

Most of the girls looked like prostitutes, they were basically wearing underwear in my point of view. A lot tried to get Darrons attention but he just shrugged them off not noticing them.

I kind of felt sorry for them but it all disappeared when they sneered or glared at me. Fuck you bitches!

He led me to a bar where he ordered me a soda while he got a beer. I've never liked alcohol to many bad memories with it.

"Okay so who's fightin-" I was cut off when a couple bumped into me while they were making out. "Hey asshole you gonna say sorry?" The guy stiffened, then started to laugh hysterically.

What did this asshole take? "Do you say that to everyone Tori?" Shit I knew that voice and I was hoping to not see one of them tonight. "Caleb! What are you doing here?"

He ignored the girl he was making out with. I felt sorry for her because she started to actually cry and ran away. "What the fuck you asshole! You don't do that to a girl or anyone for that matter!"

"Nah I do that to her all the time. She should be use to it by now. So the question is why are you here?" He smirked and leaned on the bar.

"First off your such a jerk and second of all im here with my friend Darron." He looked over my shoulder towards Darron who was looking around the place.

"Aaah Mr.Im-gonna-save-everyone." I wanted to really punch him right now but someone beat me to it just not with a punch, such a shame. "Hey little fucktard I can hear you, you know?" Darron stood next to me tightly holding his beer.

Caleb just put his hands up in surrender and apologised. Him and Darron started to talk casually forgetting everything. "Hey Caleb you didn't answer my question. Why you here?"

He stopped talking with Darron and looked at me. "Watching Foster fight tonight." My eyes were probably the size of bowling balls. "Foster is a fighter?" I shrieked.