Everlast

The obsession

For as long as I could remember I've been throwing punches, the first moment I actually remember was when I was about three. My dad took out a punching bag from the grudge then the gloves and the head gear, my mom took a picture of me going all out on that bag and since then my love and obsession of the ring started.

Living in downtown Tulsa isn't all it's worked up to be, especial me being, well, white. I never had much money and then a girl at the local super market decided to steal my purse. I chased that women down and did what I knew best and beat up on her, of course I was the one to get arrested with the fines and they let her go.

     Three months later and here I am slum city. Most of the community is lower middle class if they are lucky, but most of us have no homes. The people around here kinda look at a short, blond hair, and blue eyed girl a little differently, they try their ways to get attention and sometime that means I have to take violence. When I first moved in to my apartment, a little old lady comes to the door. I now know this women's name was Rehema, she was quite pretty for how old she was, short in stature like me but she had a essence of her that made her seem like a giant. Her brown eyes made her seem so welcoming and compassionate and her smile was genuine.

      "Hello, may I help you?" I said to the lady. "Oh no no, I just wanted to welcome you to the building, I know people these days don't do that but I keep my traditions." I smiled and welcomed her in. She sat on what I could barely afford a futon, I couldn't afford a bed and a couch so I bought two-in-one. I was very embarrassed as she looked around the room, the very little I had, a small Kitchen with a small stove, a refrigerator, and even the smallest microwave you could buy. The kitchen could barely fit me in it was so narrow. Finally She says something, "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a slum like this?" She said it in a way like butter was flowing from her lips. "Well ma'am I got in a fight with a lady who stole my purse at a super market, and well they took me in since I beat up on her, they just let her go," I start to look at the floor in shame as I say the next part, " I couldn't pay my fines, it took all my money so I had to move down here so I could live somewhere."

     The lady nods and says "My name is Rehema, if you need anything at all I'm in room 777, just knock, my door is always open at 5:30 everyday for supper, now why don't you join me sometime," her smile made what little room I had ,sparkle, I felt a strange feeling that she was just there to be nice and didn't really mean much, that she soon would forget about me, oh was I wrong. Rehema left and I was left to my futon, and the silence of my tiny room.