I Saved The Good Girl And She Saved Me

1: He's a Fighter

Jab, jab, straight.

I circled my opponent while hiding my loss of energy.

Never show you're tired!

Never show you're week!

Win you bastard!

My coaches voice plays over and over in my head.

I dodge, counter to the left, and throw a hook to his face with my right.

I shook my head like a wet dog and breathed out with my mouth. Sweat drips down my torso and I circle around planing my next attack.

"I'll kill her," The pig in front of me says. My heart stings when the memories come back to me.

I get angry.

As I go to plant my next kick-punch combination, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach that winds me. I gasp for breath and catch it quick, then I incredibly dodge the left hook travelling towards my face.

Words won't help him win.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

I here the bell go off calling a short brake before the final round. I have to get the knock out today, my brothers debt is on the line. I can't loose.. I just can't.

"Cmon you little shit! What have I tought you?" My coach yells at me while smacking me on the head, it's like he thinks it will give me more knowledge or something. That stupid, scummy ass should really learn some respect for his best competitor in the gang.

In reality, I have to listen to him. If I stop fighting, myself and family will kind of stop living. Him and his group could hire some guy to come kill us at any second.

That's right, I am a gang fighter.

I am not proud of it and as a matter of fact I hate it. Fighting used to be something I did to make me happy. Now it's just a non-stoppable chore.

I have to pretend I like it and want to be here so they keep me. I have to hide my true feelings about fighting illegally. It makes money to keep my family from being killed, or broke from my brothers mistakes.

Although, I have made some friends. And when something goes wrong, they back me up.

"Get back in there and get me some money!" Coach screamed to me. He grabbed me by my neck and squeezed a pressure point making me wince in slight pain and he whispers in my ear closely, "Your brother sure as hell didn't make enough for them by selling." I could here the venomous in his voice.

Winning fights makes money. Half of my wins go to my gang leader and another quarter goes to the other gang to pay off my older brothers debts. And the rest goes to my family. I know, It's confusing. My brother made a mistake with the gang who I am fighting against today. Sense then, my job is to make the money so I got transferred to this gang. It's hard to understand. So even if I win this fight, this guy still gets money from me.

My coach doesn't like me and vice versa. He only wants me for my talent and he literally has me under his finger because no one else will take me in. Although, sense I'm in the gang they stick up for me if anything bad happens with other gangs. Kind of like a very terrible family.

I'm in this for the money to save my family. Fighting used to be something I enjoyed doing, something I would look forward to, now it's just how I survive.

In my opinion being dead would be so much easier, but I can't die. It's my job to take care of my Mamá and brother. My Father sure as hell never has.

I get tossed back in the ring to the big lummox in front of me. He's about 6.2 and has lots of weight on him. I'm 6.1 witch is still tall and I have lots more strength then him by far so I'm definitely fine.