Daddy's Babygirl

9.

Chants of Brody's name are filling the room that lay behind the swaying doors.

With my heart in my mouth I move towards the doors, looking through the narrow window embedded between the wood. Brown locks of curls are swept behind his face by a black thin head band, black knee length shorts sparkle from the dim light above the ring covering his muscled legs.

The window begins to steam up due to my anxious breathing, smear fogs of air plaster the clear glass my vision is blurred and I claw my hands through my hair in a stressful attempt to calm myself down.

Taking a deep breath I open the swinging door to be met with a hot rush of heated bodies cramped into a tight air lock room, I stand closely to the door watching the movements in the ring through peering eyes, my fingers covering my eyes scared of what I might see, I lower my hands in surprise seeing the pale blonde haired boy stumble to the floor.

"FINISH HIM" "GO ON BRODY" "STAND UP CMON THIS ISNT OVER" "KILL HIM"

My ears are filled with mixed words of support. I squint my eyes to clear my view seeing Brody stumble back against the black straw ropes, my heart sinks seeing his disoriented state. His trainer jumps to ring side standing behind Brody rubbing his shoulders whispering in his ear, with a slight nod Brody stands shakily wiping away essence from his mouth, faint trickles of blood seep into the white mat beneath their feet.

The blonde boy not moving from the floor as he lifts his hand to reach for the rope to his left side, Brody rushes to drag his hand away throwing punches forcefully to the boys sculptured face, his face slowly seeping with cuts and bruises from beneath the boxing gloves. The man standing between the two bodies wearing a striped black and white t-shirt yells to the side of Brody's body, his arm pushes against his chest in an attempt to push him away from the boy struggling on the floor.

Brody's left arm sweeps across the mans face pushing him to the ground in a bundle upon the red stained material. The crowd cheers, defeating my ears. I cover my ears in a desperate form of space, my eyes glued to the ring.

Brody stumbles towards the blone boy taking a final swing to his face, creating Spurs of blood to fall from the boys cracked nose. Arms are lifted in the air as Brody's head falls back in victory yelling a throaty cry from his lungs. The crowd around me chanting, screams of yes are passed through the walls of sweat.

Brody's body turns to a stand, beginning to circle the ring cheering and pointing proudly to the support in the crowd. His body turns in my direction, his abs covered in blood, sweat dripping from every part of his body, his lips smeared with blood stained fingers.

The house lights lift making everyone in the room visible as our eyes connect through the rush of sweaty men, I peer around realising I'm the only female standing within the blood stained room. My eyes shift back, looking towards the curly haired boy standing tall, the dim light upon the ring shining down on him forming an angel like figure.

His blood statined lips twitch into a smile his form exhales, I frown seeing him grip the rope in front of him. My eyes widen and heart plumbets as the crys of joy seep to a silent, gasps of surprise fill the tight aired room as the angel once standing proud in the centre of the ring, collapses heavily against the side of the ring, his head colliding with the post creating an echo thud around the room,filled with anticipation.

"BRODY!!!" My legs cary my body from beneath me as I weave in and out of the sweaty bodies in front of me creating a straight line to the ring. Watchful eyes surround me as I claw my way towards the limp body spread across the floor.

I enter the ring through the bottom rope, running towards his body, I wince seeing his body cut and bruised. I kneel beside him shaking his lifeless body.
"BRODY! WAKE UP" I scream into his neck crying a waterfall of tears against his blood stained chest now a trail of water.

"It's ok the ambulance is coming Bo" I turn my head to see Harry standing above me on the phone. I shake my head wimping, turning back to rub my thumbs over his toned reddend cheeks.

"Harry he's not moving"
My right shoulder is squeezed as I feel a presence beside me.
"He'll be ok, it's Brody he's a fighter" I tense at his choice of words. My arms are being pulled back into Harry's chest as 2 men in green outfits carrying medical bags cling to Brody's side.

My ears aren't processing the loud noises of men around me as I'm focused on the medial treatment being poked and prodded around the lifeless soul in front of me.

"What are they doing, their hurting him! stop it!"
"Bo stop! Their helping him, look" tears trickle down my cheeks as Harry's strong arms wrap around me trying to shield me from the unwanted scenes. I stand numb again his body as I watch along side unable to help, my mind mind racing with sickening thoughts.

The ambulance men lift Brody's body onto a pale yellow stretcher, his mouth is covered with an oxygen mask whilst square shaped colours of fabric are strapped to his chest. His body is pulled from underneath the ropes, bodies from within the room guiding the men out, faces of sadness watch Brody's body still, cold and empty.

The blonde boy none to be Brody's opponents, gives me a slight smirk as he watches the body being carried away, I tense seeing his dirty remark towards me, he winks wiping the blood away from his mouth before standing to help the ref back to his feet.

"The boy deserves to die" the man being helped to his feet wearing the black and white stripped t-shirt shakes his head in anger watching the struggle to help Brody.

"He doesn't deserve to die, he's a good person" I scramble out of Harry's hold in an attempt to hurt the blonde boy in front of me threatening to wish pain on the love of my life.
"Bo!" My arms are squeezed tightly around my body as Harry shields my eye line of the blood stained boy making remarks and turns my body towards the lifeless body being carried from out the room.

"He needs you, cmon that twat can wait" Harry curses words of anger towards the boy beside me as he helps me out of the ring, his arm supporting my body as we walk towards the exit. Brody's body is securely placed in the back of the ambulance, I attempt to join him as an arm is secured around my waist.

"Sorry love we need to get him to the hospital asap, he's in a serious condition, you'll have to meet us there"

I look towards the door to see the tall curly haired boy laid out along the stretcher still and blood stained before the door to the ambulance blocks my view. No words escape my mouth as I'm swiftly pulled towards a black Bentley.
"I'll drive you Bo cmon" the passenger door is opened my feet effortlessly move to slide into the cold seated car before breaking down into a state of dread before I head a loud thud and screeching from the posh tyres as Harry races towards the noise of the ambulance that rapidly escapes towards the hospital.