Someone yanks my hair from behind me and I back flip wrapping my ankles around his neck knocking him down and me, landing on my feet. Like a child I jump as high as I can in the air and shove my feet into his head.
I walk back and he cradles his head. One glance to my right shows that the last guy is sitting shoved into the corner crying and... Praying. Hah not today Satan I'm coming for you.
I walk around the guy holding his head and swiftly break both of his legs. The last guy will be the best. I can feel it. I walk over to him and drag him up by his hair. My hand wraps around his arm and throws him to the floor behind me. It goes down in a pattern. Pick him up. Throw him. Pick him up. Kick him. Start all over. I hate creeps like this.
I throw a consistent flow of punches straight to his head and he drops to the floor. I turn to look around me and see no movement from any of them. Good.
I go to the door and it slams open almost knocking me down. One of his big bodyguards comes at me and I lunge at him throwing punches and kicks wherever he's open. I flip him behind me and slam my foot into the side of his head. Three more come rushing to the door and surround me. I feel something trickle down my face and I wipe it off quickly to see that it's blood. My ribs are hurting severely and my arms are throbbing. Don't. Give. UP. You know training doesn't allow you to give up. This is your only chance from here it will only get worse if you don't escape.
As I start to attack Abel's voice calls the mens' movement to a halt. "Back away." The men glare at me threateningly as they push themselves a good 5 feet away. "So you've decided to go back to your old ways I see."
"Only to get out. I won't fight or kill for you. Those faggots I killed deserved it. It was self defense." He looks at me with an intrigued look on his face. "You have an odd way of justifying your actions. But that's even better. I tell you what we'll make a deal. You want a normal life you can have one. You can live in your own home go to school but- and yes there is a but, you'll fight in the Matchbox. You'll never lose and all the money will come to us. You need to train harder than ever before because you'll be sparring our fighters before the fights. No killing unless someone pulls a weapon or tries to kill you. No old men. This is last final and best offer. So Rocky,
"What will you do?"
~next day~
I unlock the door to my house and walk in. Next thing I hear footsteps like someone was hiding behind the door. I turn around with my fist flying forward and see a knife swinging down towards my head.
Fuck I retract my arm swiftly and kick my leg up to knock the knife out of her hands. "Aaahhhh you can't stop meeee!! Tell me what you did with Rocky! I will FUCK you UP." A battle cry left her lips.
"Would you fucking stop Laney I am Rocky I'm back its okay but stop hitting me I'm sore as fuck!"
She stops swinging and stands there shocked. She backs up against the door and falls down heavily, exhausted. "Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick do you know what kind of shit you've put me through the past week?!"
"I don't Laney and I'm sorry. I would have called if I'd had my phone but I didn't leave by choice. I'm sorry you didn't know what happened but I'm okay. We both went through shit this week but we're okay. We're okay." I don't know who I'm trying to reassure more me or her.
"What happened?" She wipes her tears off and sniffles. "My brother got into some shit. Now he can't pay so they came to get me. We worked something out though so it's okay. You don't need to worry. But if I tell you I have to go somewhere and you can't ask questions you have to trust me okay?"
All of a sudden, instead of calm and understanding she stands up with a furious expression lining her face. "You can NOT expect me to be okay with you disappearing for almost a week and then come back say everything's fine, gonna need to make trips to nevereverland and you won't know shit so if I die you'll just never see me again or know what happened! You cannot do that to me Roe." She rambles.
"I'm sorry. I honestly am. But I can't change it if I tell you anything the deals off and I'll be in a worse position. I'll tell you everything I can that won't get you in trouble but I won't put you in danger. You can't ask that of me. We just got out and I'm already being dragged in. You don't want to ruin your chance of a normal life. I won't let you ruin your chance."
"Okay. Okay." She looks down and drags her hands through her hair. She turns up and says, "You need a shower. I'll cook spaghetti and we can eat and watch Netflix. I love you girl."
"I love you too Laney." I smile sadly at her and head upstairs to shower. When I take my clothes off I see all my bruises and cuts. I think I have a broken rib which explains all my pain and trouble breathing. After I get out I put ointment and wrap my ribs with gauze. I throw on my footie pajamas so Laney won't see my wounds.
As I walk downstairs I smell the pasta. I missed our dinners. One of us would cook and the other would eat most of it. Then we'd watch Netflix and talk all night.
"Hey so how's school without me?" I lean into the counter. Laney doesn't go to the same school as me because she didn't mind the uniforms and has it good at WestBay. "It's eh. John and Jess are still there so we fuck around and smoke but you know I miss you. How was your school did you like it?"
"I don't really remember much of what happened to be honest but it was alright. Cute guys but fucked up bitches. I tried to hit one but some asshole held me back." She leans closer, "Ooh tell me more. Hot guy holds beautiful girl from fucking up ugly ducklings face and fall in love and have sex happily ever after." I bust out laughing and almost fall on the floor. "Ahah - no. No way. He's alright but he's a man whore. And as much as he says he doesn't care about her I can tell he's whipped around her finger. Not for me."
The rest of the night just went with us talking about how school is and the most random things. It's good to be out of that bitch.
