I Killed My Mother

Chapter 15

Sunday, 2015/02/12, 09:32
Spencer's Kickboxing Building

"Well hello there beast," rapist boy howled at me from his position.

What the fuck?
Well at least he didn't whistle at me.

"I recognize you from somewhere," he said. Shit.

"I have never met you in my entire existence," well I tried denying it.

"I remember that face and cute jacket. You're that stubborn chick from yesterday," he chuckled to himself.

"Punching bag Christian. Punching bag," Spencer said and walked away. Jessica followed behind.

"I didn't know you trained here," Christian stated.

"I don't," I said. Stepping out of the ring.

"Well you certainly did do well in today. Where do you train." How did one with my history even begin to answer that?

"Katey!" I sigh internally with relief.

"I got to go," I dismissed my self and walked over to Jessica and Spencer.

"Yeah?"

"So we were thinking. There is this competition during the summer. It's for kickboxing. We thought that you would want to enter. You are really good. Spence can train you. The first place price is to Australia for a course of two months and 30 grand. Second place is just the 30k." I can't believe I was actually considering this.

"So from now until summer I'll ne training for a kickboxing competition where I keep all the winnings? What's the catch?" I'm young not stupid.

They both shared a look as if to say 'You tell her' and then I definitely knew something was up.

"You brought me here to see what I can do, not help me 'channel my emotions'?" Thanks Jessica. Thanks a bunch.

"Okay here's the deal. This whole building is gonna be demolished in the next six months if it's not fixed. The state gave us this notice about month ago," Spencer explained and handed me the letter.

Reading this letter made me feel sad for Spencer. He clearly was owner of this place. If it got demolished. He could lose everything. The letter was formal and first and quickly got to the point. Obama didn't play.

Herein this letter is warning to the owners of the building 368 Azalea street that if it is not renovated by the September 30, it will be damaged and the land given to the state. Reasons yfor this are as follows:
1. The building is hazardous
2. The old bricks allows the building to be highly flammable
3. The building is decaying.

Well shit. I had to do this.

Spencer must have been reading my mind because he said "Don't ever feel as if you have to do it. You really don't."

"I'll do it," I was ready for it actually. "How much do you need?"

"Uuhh. 55 grand," I swear I heard wrong. I mean it was a huge building that needed a lot of fixing up, but damn.

"That's gonna cover up all costs. The worker, new equipment, bricks, cement. All of it."

What have I agreed to.

"Okay. When do I start training?"

"Your first lesson was today, the rest I'll figure out," Jessica butted in.

"Where are you getting the rest of it though?"

"Christian is also entering for the mens division. We were hoping you would take the the first or second prizes in your divisions," Spencer smile apologetically almost saying 'no pressure'.

"What are you guys going on about. You seem serious, " speak of the devil himself.

"The demolition notice. I have asked Kate if she would do it. She is on bored," Spencer filled him in, reminding me that I shouldn't fuck up.

"That's awesome. So tell me. Where did you learn those moves? Some top kickboxing academy or some shit?" Christian questioned once again, with a low chuckle.

I caught a glance of Jess' gaze. I couldn't tell him I was in a mental hospital for the brutal murder of a woman who bore me.

"Yeah something like that," Jessica said.

"Oh where?" Suddenly Christian was interested in knowing about me.

"Uhhh Indiana.." I said.

"Well I have to take her back," Spencer helped out.

We said our goodbyes and exited the old building that now rested on the shoulders of children. Me and Christian.

This was just a filler chapter it's shit and short. Sorry. Sorry for all the spelling mistakes in the previous chapter. x_x
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